Split

I'm split. On one hand, there's home. There's my wonderful family and home where I am surrounded by people who love me. Where the colors are changing and Thanksgiving is in the air. There is Cal Poly, with beautiful sunsets and Avila Valley Barn and Pismo beach. There's Stephanie and Laura, Erika and Sarah, Alex and Amy. There's Taco Bell and basset hounds and waxy Hershey's chocolate. And I miss it. But now I have another side pulling at me. Now there's Ireland. Here there are new friends with wonderful accents, new opportunities and new challenges. In Ireland fall is not only red and orange and brown, but it is set against a constant background of bright green. There are cozy pubs and soup and brown bread. There's shiny euro coins, never-ceasing tea, and lots of rain. No matter how much I love both, I can only be in one place at once. It's hard knowing that the more I invest in people here, the more I fall in love with this incredibly endearing country, the harder it is going to be leave. Despite this, I'm loving getting to know people better, and just praying that I can come back!