I'm leaving for Ireland in 3 days. I'm going with Sarah, and we're taking 2 planes and a bus to get from LA to Galway. We have our first 7 nights booked in a hostel, and we both know one singer songwriter living in the city. Otherwise, WE HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE FUTURE HOLDS. And honestly, I couldn't be bothered.
I got this Working Holiday Visa when I was in a completely different state of mind, even though it was barely 5months ago. I'm not going there for a year, and I'm not even going for the experience of "living and working abroad". At this point, I'm going because I have this plane ticket to go that I bought 3 months ago, so I guess I should go?
I've been in a state of complete and utter DGAF for the past few weeks. I don't care what I do there, I just want to come back. But the thing is, I'M GOING SO I MIGHT AS WELL MAKE THE MOST OF IT, so GET EXCITED, DAMNIT.
So moving forward, here's what I'm looking forward to:
Cider on tap, everywhere.
Live music in every pub, all over town, ever night.
Rain, every day, all over the country.
Trees, hills, mountains.
new people, new friendships, new collaborations
And probably most importantly: taking time away from this life right now to fully take a step back, regather my ideas, hone my ideas, hone my feelings, and come back with something bigger, better and refreshed. (re:Beating Lights)
So it's going to be good! It's going to be great. I'm just going to miss you, that's all. And I'm scared shitless that you'll forget about me, not going to lie. The last couple times I've left for a 2-3 months, I ve come back and realized people DID forget. and DID move on.... You better fucking believe I'm not going to let that happen this time. I'm coming back, and I'm going to hit the ground running when I do. <3
T-3 days. here we go.
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