For the first time since I set foot in the states I feel life in my veins. I'm relieved, euphoric even, in anticipation of all that lies ahead of me this year.
Time allowed me to pull myself out of Dublin and root myself fully back here. I've been home for almost a full month, and only yesterday did I really feel like I was wholly here. I feel like a weight has been lifted off of me. Somehow I've found peace, content in looking back at Dublin without that hollow feeling that I will always miss it and never be complete again. No more waxing nostalgic, melancholy nights of tears and beers.
I have fantastic friends and family. I'm so fortunate it's overwhelming.