Dublin, (Belfast), and it's over...

Wow, the trip is over. I have loved every minute of it.

Arrived in Dublin on Sunday, and easily found my hostel. It is right on the river, and used to be a recording studio for people like Sinead OConnor and others. It was a small hostel but had an amazing atmosphere. It's decorated with musician stuff and live bands perform regularly. That night, a band from Denmark performed. Very cool sounding harmonies in a folk band. Check out Songs for Iris on YouTube!

Bored on the train...

Okay, not bored. The scenery from Galway to Dublin is gorgeous... I'm just tired and trying to avoid eye contact with the couple making out across from me (gag).

Trip Part 2: Galway

So, even though I'm technically here for another two days, I really am done most of what I can in Galway. Tomorrow I'm going on a tour to the cliffs of moher (aka the cliffs of insanity!!) and then I leave on the train to Dublin in the early afternoon on Sunday.

It's not that I haven't seen anything though... and I'm sorry, but not many pics on the iPhone - you'll have to wait until I'm in Airdrie house sitting! I'm kinda doing this more to have a way of sorting the photos :)

Camp 101 finished!

So, I didn't have Internet access readily through the camp but I journaled a bit. This is a combination of all of those. Sorry of there is repetition :)

Today was insanity... emotionally

It’s been a crazy day. In the span of two hours, I went from despair and emotional to relieved. I love my job, but hate the way I love it today.

All the teaching folk out there know that it’s transferring/finding out where the hell you’re going time right now. And, of course, temporary contracts are dealt with last. My principal called me out this morning before I started teaching. I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty nasty when the vp also walked in. Love  administrators, but you never really want to talk to both of them at once – it usually isn’t good.

An exercise for me... join if you wish

I am having a rough patch right now. My health stinks (not going into that right now), my school stuff is busy (yay musical), I don't know what's happening next year (teaching? Uni?), politics and people at school (yay being in the middle)... I don't know what ends up. And living alone means no one is here to make me laugh myself silly.

Again, I HATE this...

Why do I have to realize what I take for granted until something for someone else happens? My parents' neighbours lost their house this morning. The one silver lining is my parents were pretty instrumental in making sure everyone was alive.