Since I have been back in America I have said probably 30 times that I miss being in Ireland. Today I think it really hit me however. I was biking home after going out for a drink with a co-worker of mine and I saw a group of Irish guy carrying hurling sticks (Hurleys) back to the thier apartment and thats when it really hit me. As miserable as the weather was in Ireland the reason I really liked it there and made such an effort to stay for longer was because it felt really natural to me, it felt like home. That might sound strange seeing that I have no family from Ireland or no one in my family had ever even been there before me. There was just something about the place that I took to right away. I was comfortable with the miserable weather, the horrible infrastructure, the semi-corrupt politics, and also the beautiful green landscapes, the caring people, the small town feeling now matter where you were in the country. I'm not sure if I will ever get the opportunity to live there again, but I can say that today I felt home sick for the first time in my life, and it wasn't for the place that I grew up in New York and New Jersey.  ¶ 11:56 PM