On the Plane- June 02/2009

Hardest and most exciting day of my life. Having to say good bye to all my friends and family and my clothes, but going to Dublin. Its not that I’m having second thoughts or anything, it’s just that it is a hard transition. Very bittersweet. I’ll probably feel better about it when I get a decent nights sleep, meaning one that is not on an airplane. I don’t do well without sleep. Which is why I’m not a morning person. But back to my morning. On Sunday, I woke up at 10:30, had a shower, had lunch with some of my friends, went and took some pictures, ate ice cream, packed, packed, gave clothes away, packed, then went to say goodbye to my uncle, my cousins, and my grandparents. I was fine, I didn’t cry, and then I saw a tear in the corner of my grandpa’s eye and I broke down. (sorry Grandpa- you can't deny it!) Ugh. Then I went home, ate spaghetti (my mum makes the best spaghetti sauce known to man), played a game of crib, and packed some more. Then bawled. And packed. And packed. And bawled. Didn’t sleep, and left for the airport at 5am. So, I have been flying ever since. And my butt hurts. Ew. Too much sitting for me. And to top it all off, my back is sore, probably sitting at about a 6 today. And my painkillers are in my checked baggage. Oh Joy.