no place like home

two summers ago. or is it last summer? summer '08 anyways, I went to Ireland. My first time there, visited all of my fathers relatives. I Loved it. It was more of the loving a place because you were on vacation and you were away from work/life/ responsibilities and all that crap. But I truly loved it.

Walking down the streets of Dublin and dunleary, Aran Islands, All of them. It all just seemed like I was home. Which I dont think I ever felt. Not the feeling of coming home. Not like you are returning home after a trip of a vacation. Where you just sit on your couch or bed or wherever and exhale. This since of accomplishment, after the whole experience.

Nothing like that. This was much deeper.

Last time I went, I was the on the end of a rocky relationship. Now, I am single, and will be returning for a wedding.
I so, didn't really want to come back last time. Could of stayed there longer. Aside from the obvious: Family, friends, school. there wasn't much to come back too... Now there is less. ...

Well still have family and friends, If i decide to not go for my bachelors degree, I will be finishing up school.
All my friends have their own lives, families and responsibilities.

Guess we will see if the Emerald Isle will still hold any luster polish and shine for my second trip over...