It was the last week of May, 2012. The plans were made months in advance, but it wasn't until I was packing too much into a too small suitcase that I realized I was really getting to go to Ireland. I'd gotten my passport only just before we were set to leave, and I was… Continue reading Looking Back: Bailieborough
A few years ago I had the pleasure of spending a few months of the summer in Ireland. It was two summers in a row actually, and truth be told it changed my perspective on life. I met some of the most enjoyable people I've ever encountered, from all parts of the world. I've never… Continue reading Ulysses
I have spent my whole youth going travel crazy. From the time I was about 5 years old and I was reading through ancient editions of National Geographic magazine that my mom had found for cheap at some yard sale, I knew that that's what I wanted to do above all else. My interests became… Continue reading Running Away
In college my group of friends jumped around a lot, as you probably picked up if you read my post Digging Deeper. Despite that, I had one best friend for three of those years, and even though we don't talk as much as we'd like anymore, I would still consider her my best friend. When… Continue reading Theodore
Tonight a friend of mine from Ireland and I were having a chat, or snapchat rather, and we got on the subject of music. He ended up giving me a couple of music recommendations to give a listen to. I pretty much loved them all, and so I thought that maybe I'd go ahead and… Continue reading Tune?
The first, and only, time I've ever been surfing was in the cold Atlantic of north-ish Ireland (not to be mistaken for Northern Ireland). It was a cold day in the summer of 2012, it was raining, it was freezing. It was one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life. To start with, I… Continue reading Catching Waves