Back to Ireland

All my life I felt like I was an outsider here in America.  When I was with my family up in Maine, I was happy, but down in the south (where I currently live) I've never felt at home.  Then, when I was 15, I was chosen to attend CTYI in Dublin.  My family is Irish, so of course I jumped on the opportunity!  I was very nervous--I had never been overseas before, and never away from my parents for so long.  One miserable, 6-hour flight later, I was touching down in Dublin.  It was grey, and misty, and it took me forever to find the rest of my group.  They loaded us up onto a bus, then left us there for over an hour while they tried to find the kids who had gotten lost.  I sat, staring out the window, gazing at the deep, lush green trees next to us and listening to the radio host...and suddenly this strange feeling came over me.  I know it sounds ridiculous...but for the first time in a long time, I felt like I was home.


It's been eight years since I landed in Dublin, and I'm still trying to find a way to get back.  I'm even applying for Grad School at Trinity University.  Here's hoping!

Avice Avice
22-25, F
3 Responses Oct 31, 2007

I love this. i don't fully understand it but think what you experienced was real and profound.

What a profound experience; it sounds like a very real resonance, and perhaps quite an important one for you.<br />
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Good luck finding your way back! No matter what the outcome of your return there is, it seems like the sort of thing that is very worthwhile pursuing. :)

Do it! That's great that you found your place. I thinkl most people have a place where they instantly feel like -AAHHHHHH I'm Home. Content and hopeful. Good luck getting there.<br />
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