Well I'm pooped and I'm packing. The last days of class have been crazy with all my teacher apologetically demanding work from us so that they could grade us for mid terms. Papers are written, projects completed and plays seen. I'm....
(at this point Julia comes in and very nicely reminds Allie that she is a bum and needs to help plan our Spring break given that it's days away. The next morning...)
Well then! I'm awake! Not that much sleep, but I can sleep when I'm dead, right? Har har har. But seriously folks, I'm going to Dublin... like... now-ish. I'm cramming the British version of oatmeal down my gulper and tugging on my socks. This is gonna be fun.
Last night I got to talk to Joey finally. He's all safe and sound in Ohio once more. Thank goodness. It's been awesome hearing about his adventures, but I've missed being able to talk to him on a regular basis. I get to hear about him chilling with all the people I love and it makes me happy. Don't get me wrong, I'm having a blast here. I'm sure you can tell, but talking to him as he walked down the street in Shaker and hearing the Cleveland wind from so many many miles away... It won't be all that bad to go home after this.
Meanwhile, however, Dublin. Dublin then Cardiff, Wales, then two nights in Bath, then a couple on the Isle of Wight then Dover and then back home. Spring break never sounded this fancy.
Well I should get moving. Got a plane to catch! Love to everyone! Toodles!
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