The trip over went a million times
more smoothly than in September.
On the first
plane, I made buddies with the flight attendant and we chatted for nearly an
hour about the crazy snow in Atlanta (sorry for that 14 hour drive home Joey,
but it has really helped fodder social interactions for me this past week) and
working in the service industry.
Then, in the
Dulles airport, I continued on my terminally happy journey of making airport
friends.
Airport and
coffeeshop friends are the best to make because you only have to generate small
talk for an hour or less. It's the perfect practice, though Kira's book of
4,000 questions did make it home with me just in case.
Trucked-on through
my very long layover (and flight delay) with content developing, bubble
blowing, puzzle doing, and even a wee nap.
My favorite part
on the plane back was that I was mistaken for Irish twice. Unconsciously, I
seem to have adopted a slight lilt to my speech, especially when I'm talking to
someone with a strong one.
On that note, I must have passed
the test for looking local, too, because the tour vendors near city hall left
me well alone today for the first time. HaHA.
It's good to be
back in Belfast.
Yes, it is nearly
three and already dark and yes, it is unapologetically rainy and yes, my room
smells like bad memories.
But there was sun
this morning a bit, I've got on warm socks and waterproof shoes (though the
hair I forgot to pin into submission before hitting the wind), and there's
always Febreeze to alter the stench of past anxieties.
My circumstances
last semester suffocated me into such venomous, claustrophobic state that I had
come to believe I hated Belfast, but coming back into it now, how could I ever
have believed that? Sure, I could stay bitter with Belfast, but that wouldn't
get me anywhere positive and I am definitely here for another four plus months,
so I am prepped to be pleased.
You know, with how
little I actually did venture out of my home last semester, Belfast and I
really do have the opportunity to start over almost completely with one
another.
There's a happy bustle in the wet streets, rich
history and culture, and "genuoinley" lovely people.
Time to fall in
love again, NI. I believe we can make it now. We'll be rocking till the sungoes down.
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