I've been a bit lazy the last few weeks, I didn't realize how long it had been since my last blog until just about right now.  3 weeks! Crazy. I'm getting the hang of things here in Ireland and how daily life functions here as opposed to home. For instance classes start 10-15 minutes late, and that is "on time". I also learned that when searching for classrooms 125g is NOT the same location as 125. In all honestly, all the buildings here seem sort of unorganized. Some classrooms don't have numbers at all, just long names (and that is super fun to navigate). Other buildings have rooms 150, 200, and 250 all on the same floor right next to one another. However, with the cards against me, I managed to successfully locate all my classes (with the help of a few strangers).

I've joined a few extracurriculars as well, The Potter Society (yes, this is a club about Harry Potter), Mountaineering Club, and Archery Club. I haven't participated in mountaineering yet because I've somehow managed to injure my knee and I don't think it would appreciate being dragged all over Ireland on steep slopes. Archery is super fun though, there was a huge mass of people at the first meeting, but I enjoyed my experience. I'll be shooting like Katniss in no time! (ha) The volunteering fair is coming up next week so I'll be adding to my list of events on that day too, I'm sure.

I am pleased to announce that my apartment is no longer empty, and my last two roommates are in fact Irish. This is most helpful when trying to find the good pubs, and just to have someone to ask the odd question. I was surprised that they are just as interested in our culture as we are in theirs. We've had in depth conversations on everything from television to high school vs. secondary school.

Since I have been here for over a month and my only transportation are my feet, I have had more than a few close calls with traffic. Being a pedestrian in a country that drives on the left is more treacherous than I could have imagined. In the US when crossing the street you look left, then right, then left again. If i were to do that here I would look left then right and I would be hit by a bus that was sneakily approaching on my left. It's just so ingrained in me, that has probably been one of the most difficult transitions.

As far as homesickness, that is basically gone. I miss my bed, my boy, and decent wifi, but I'm adjusting to Irish life. I enjoy drinks, and I enjoy being late so I would say things are going quite well :)

Until next time!