One Last Rainy Day

I might be able to blog tomorrow night for the final entry, but if not, at least I have today to wrap it up.

I made this blog to act as a journal for when I was in Ireland and as a way to show my family everything I was seeing. Once I get back home, it'll be superfluous, so this is it. That's why I've been so fanatic about doing an entry for each day--it's a way of keeping track of how long I've been here. Today is the 134th day. Kind of crazy.

Everything is packed except for the clothes on my back, my boarding pass is printed, the bus ticket and schedule are already in my coat pocket, and I've started giving away my extra food. There's not much left for me here now.

I meant to go for one last walk to the bay today, but it's rainy and supposed to just keep on drizzling the whole day. I'll just have to remember what it looks like from the pictures I took a couple of months ago. So much looks different now, though--the country is finally turning green from all this rain and temperate weather. I kind of wish I could stay and see the summer. Since we're higher up in latitude, the sunlight hours just go on and on. The sun woke me up at 5 a.m. this morning, and when I went to bed right before 11 last night, it still wasn't completely set. It sure is different from when I got here and had very few hours of light every day.

I guess I should get going. This is bittersweet: I'm so, so excited to finally go home, but I have loved living here this spring. Someday I'll come back.

Good night.