Trender Across The Pond: The Last Hurrah

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It’s sad to type these words, but this is my second to last post for the series! This one is about my last week/weekend in Ireland before returning home, and let me tell you, it was certainly bittersweet.

I finished up my internship on Friday, two days before I was set to leave for home. Final goodbyes were very mushy, as I had come to know my coworkers and fellow interns so well over the past three months. Thankfully, I will be continuing my work with them on a much smaller scale and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

I hadn’t planned anything outrageous for my last weekend, as I knew I had a lot of traveling ahead of me. Don’t worry, I’ll outline that entire, erm, adventure if you will, later on.

My last weekend in Ireland was pretty typical of any other weekend I’ve spent here, and I honestly would not have had it any other way. I ended up going out with some friends from work and, all in all, had a great (albeit normal and not adventurous) night.


It was weird, to say the least. Packing up all my things back into the two suitcases I came with and essentially leaving no mark behind felt odd and honestly disappointing. I guess I did leave a mark to an extent, but there’s nothing to say that I was truly in Dublin for those 3 months other than the pictures and the memories.

After my goodbyes with friends and coworkers Friday and Saturday nights, I got up bright and early Sunday to finalize my packing and make sure I had everything. I’ll probably keep saying it, but it was weird. I don’t know how the time flew so fast, but it did. It felt like just last week I was unpacking my things into that room, and now I was leaving it.

My flights were all kinds of crazy, just in an effort to both “see” (from my plane and the airport) a few different countries as well as save some cash. My first flight took me from Dublin to Stockholm with a layover, then Stockholm, Sweden to Helsinki, Finland, where I spent the night in the airport. Next morning I flew Helsinki to Copenhagen, Denmark where I basically ran to catch my connecting flight from Copenhagen to Reykjavik, Iceland. I had a 6 hour layover in Iceland, followed by a 7 hour flight to Toronto, Canada where my dad picked me up to drive 3 hours back home.

Not a bad view at all #Iceland #reykjavik #keflavĂ­k

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By the time I got home, it was almost 5am and I had been traveling for roughly, given time zone changes and all, 40+ hours. I was gross, I was hungry, and I wanted to possibly strangle some fellow passengers, but I made it through.

Leaving Dublin was one of the most bittersweet moments of my life. While I was glad to be able to go home to see my parents, family, and friends as well as get back to actually making money, I knew I would miss it like crazy. But more on that next week.

Tune in next week for my final piece in the series, where I’ll talk about my final thoughts and what’s next for me. See you then!

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Writer, traveler, and lover of all things One Direction. Frequent concert attendee, paler than the average human, and quite possibly the first person who will die from loving Ashton Irwin so much. I enjoy panicking over small things, obsessing over Twin Peaks, and acting like a mom. You can usually find me being extremely sarcastic and sassy while simultaneously avoiding all responsibilities to focus solely on One Direction.

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