an irish hello to you, from me, as i have MADE IT and survived a whole 24 hours. a successful 24 hours at that, but boy, has it been a whirlwind of a day.
after she dropped me off at my residence building, i got checked in and acquainted with the area and quickly unpacked my things, settling in. by this time it was about 6:00 pm and i sat down on the edge of my bed while i decided on making my next move. i was hungry - really hungry - because my body was adjusting to the time change as well as the time travel as well as i just plum forgot to eat lunch in the mix of things yesterday, but i was also worn out. i took my mom's advice to "rest a bit, and then get all giddy and happy!" and decided to lay back on the bed for juuuuust a second.
and the next thing i knew it was midnight, pitch black outside (even though in a bit of mid-sleep tossing and turning i noticed the sun was just setting at 10:00 pm), i was deep under the covers, and my stomach was growling. loud.
i dug around for the snack bag i packed up for the airplane and laid back in bed while i snacked on chex mix and contemplated life.
in this quiet, late, groggy moment, it all just kind of hit me. my "oh crap, what am i doing here?" moment, if you will. in a teary-eyed, sleep-deprived message, i contacted home. in complete transparency, i shared with my loved ones what i was feeling and each one in their own way comforted me and reassured me that everything would be okay. and i knew that. my loved ones are always right. and tired, hungry rachel is a catastrophizer. this i also knew.
i quickly fell back asleep and was out for a solid nine hours. i woke up feeling like a zombie rockstar, ready to conquer my first irish day.
and conquer my first irish day i did, my friends.
which brings me to here, 1:00 am, i'm wide awake #jetlagprobz and i have to be up in 6 hours.
i think this is my cue to read some of the pride and prejudice and hope it puts me to sleep as per usual.