In West Philadelphia...

Bored and dazed, in the airport is where I rip off cliches! Welcome to the first of many clever (optimistic) posts about my adventure in Ireland! What a stressful week it has been punching numbers in my phone to talk to a person, getting paperwork in order, and packing (and repacking) my seemingly shrinking suitcase. To be honest, because this journey has been in the works since last autumn, it's hard to believe it's actually happening. In fact, it didn't hit me until 15 minutes ago after I trekked my giant backpack across the airport to the international flights wing when heard my first Irish accent. They seemed to be enjoying themselves (trust me, quite a feat in the international wing, see photo above) so I think that's a sign that the next 5 months will be well worth the wait!