Worn out soles from adventure around Ireland. An international job at a national university. A new apartment with all my belongings—except my boyfriend.
That’s what the past 3 months in Cork, Ireland has given me.
It’s taken me longer than it should have to write this. And if I’m being honest, I often feel pressured to validate my decision of living abroad by sensationalizing my experience. The truth is living abroad is not all adventure; it can be mundane, frustrating, and extremely lonely. But as I’ve (literally) stood alone in the downpour rain, I have become more resilient. Read more