This here is my last entry. Like, my selling point was that I was in Boston, and now I’m back in good ol’ Tipperary, so – yeah. I’m glad to be home. It’s only been six days, so the novelty hasn’t worn off yet. Nor has the thesis panic kicked in. And it’s Christmas – I had a great one, did you? Though I’m at that point where I find myself saying “Ah no thanks, you’re grand” when offered chocolate or beer, which is serious.
Summary of my last week in Boston: well. I got my results, I did okay. The Hamlet essay must not have been godawful. I shopped, I partied, I cleaned, I packed. What with all the shopping, I had to leave a lot of stuff behind. Casualties included my beloved black high top Converse (they served me well, but good lord they were riddled with holes) and my Tipp towel (some Boston thrift store customer will soon be the proud owner of a bath towel monogrammed with ‘Tiobraid Arann’). Plus my packing philosophy is just to throw everything in willy-nilly and hope for the best – my roommate sort of showed me up with her feng shui packing (lots of folding and ingenious space conservation).
The trip home on the 22nd was pretty tiring. We were flying in the evening and arriving on the morning of the 23rd, Dublin time, so we tried to sleep on the plane, which is of course impossible. I draped my blanket over my head – I think I looked like I was trying to hide, badly – but there was a crying baby so even that didn’t work. Meeting all my friends again was fantastic though. As was Christmas. (I got a shiny new iPod, and more Converse – ones with cats on them!) There’s still a lot of people I have to meet over the next few days.
What will I miss? The friends I made, the lovely classes. Baseball. The decisive weather – none of the vague, grey cloudy stuff we get in Ireland. The Smartfood cheesy popcorn. I regret that I didn’t go to Salem, or ice skating in the common, or to the Paradise Rock club. Reasons to go back, I suppose.
So, yes – thanks to everyone for reading, and for your lovely comments. I’m pleasantly surprised I even kept this going. My longterm writing projects usually die after a few weeks. Maybe it was that I knew this was terminal.
Happy New Year folksies!
