Tuesday through Saturday morning, I get to battle jet lag whilst spending time with some of my favorite people.
It's a melt that Naomi has up and moved to Spain and Lynsey is on placement in Paris, but all the rest of my best friends and colleagues are in the planner.
I'm so excited I can hardly sit still--early apologies to my aisle mates on the plane--
Graduation itself is at 2:30pm on Thursday; that's 8:30am for my folks back home in the south.
And, Queen's does this very wonderful livestream, so friends and family who want to tune in for some hoods and beautiful accents can do so here when the time comes. Heresay claims that there's curtsying involved. I truly hope that isn't so.
It is a strange and wonderful feeling to be thrilled at the prospect of returning to Belfast.
The first time I went, in the summer of 2012, I was too unsure of what I had gotten myself into to be properly excited.
The second time, I was too in love and saddened by separation to fully appreciate my move.
The third time, I was determined that it would be a better experience than the second, but that isn't the same as elation.
Now, with a stable mind and body and heart, with friends like family waiting for me at baggage claim (literally), I am overwhelmed with thankfulness and joy.
I'm going home. :)
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| Courtesy of Lauren Esler. :) |
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