This past month has consisted of a number of firsts, as I am learning to embrace the Irish culture as well as truly living on my own for the first time. I had (and surprisingly enjoyed) my first cup of tea in this country – my first purchase back in America may likely be a kettle. Not so surprisingly, my first attempt at cooking chicken was so successful. I went on my first run in the countryside where I did as much photography as I did actual running. Soon came my first basketball practice, coaching session, eight-hour class day, Guinness, Gaelic Football experience, you name it. And most recently I had my first horse-back riding lesson as I went on a limb and joined Equestrian Society, something my childhood self has always wanted to do.
But among a number of firsts, I can happily say my first time feeling homesick has yet to come. I am sure that the day will arrive in which I truly long for some extra sunshine, snow instead of rain, or seeing family and friends in person rather than on Facetime. In the meantime, however, my pale skin is a bit healthier than it otherwise would be, my raincoat is keeping me dry (most of the time) and I am feeling extra grateful for the fact that loved ones are just a simple phone call away. Most importantly, I’m doing my best to take advantage of every first as I know my days in this wonderful place are numbered.
