It feels like I’ve been in Ireland forever and a day at the same time.
In reality, it’s been nine weeks.
All of the schoolwork, tours, and activities kept me in the moment.
It wil be weird not walking by the old friary every morning on my way to class after picking up my morning coffee from JitterBeans.
I will miss walking by the harbor on my way to classes when I had extra time and taking evening strolls to watch the tides and sunsets.
Although I didn’t go out a lot, I will miss the pub atmospheres. I will miss knowing the bartenders and them knowing me. I will miss the comradery of the entire town.
And, lastly, I will miss having such a lovely place to take pictures and grow as an individual.
Thank you for everything, Dungarvan.
My last night there, I had no wake.
I will return again someday.