I just uploaded the vlog of my trip home to Ireland and it honestly feels so strange to be back in Paris. I’ve spent the past week trying to settle back into life in France but I had such an amazing stay in Ireland that I couldn’t help but feel especially homesick even before I got back on the plane again.
Everything about going home just felt so surreal, being in my own bed, seeing my old bedroom in my parents house and all of the things that I left behind, not to mention the hometown that used to be apart of my everyday life. It’s crazy to think that now that I live in Paris, none of that is in my routine anymore. Going home to Ireland felt so nostalgic and so bittersweet and the time went by so quickly it almost feels like I dreamt it.