This first week of living in Dublin brings me back 10 years to when I was dropped off at college for the first time. You’re on your own in a new place, you don’t really know anyone and are forced to figure it all out. It’s a strange combination of being lonely, scared and incredibly excited all at the same time. After the initial shock of “what did I get myself into?” I found myself saying, this is going to be my home for the next 9 weeks so let’s dive in.
Living in a hostel puts me in an interesting position because there is such a wide mix of people from all over the world. It’s incredible to hear peoples traveling stories and what has brought them into town. In a way I feel like the odd man out, because most people I have met are here for a long weekend or a week to sightsee, whereas I’m here to work, study and see as much of the country as possible. I almost feel guilty taking time to read and study and keep up with my work because I feel like I should be out exploring every minute of the day, but I know that’s not a possibility. After this first week I think I’ve set a pretty good routine for myself, and I have to keep reminding myself that I have 8 more weeks to see all the beauty Ireland has to offer, so it’s ok to take time to be a student, and intern and a tourist.
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