Admittedly, my St. Patrick’s Day is never great. There’s drama, there’s Adam being awkward at a pub, there’s me wishing people actually respected the day instead of just drinking (sorry the Catholic in me comes out here and again). But honestly, the 2014 edition was probably the most satisfying St. Patty’s Day I’ve had in a while. I’m going to bed with a smile, because along the hour long bus ride home thinking on my adventures today really just confirms that the people in my program are amazing.
And I finally feel like I have a home.