You know when something oddly amazing has happened in your life, and the normal response of an individual is "Pinch me, I must be dreaming"?
Well, someone ought to hit me over the head with a chair becausing I'm far gone from dreaming ha!
Even now I find myself typing like a Madgirl whilst grinning ear to ear as I begin to relate this exciting news.
I'm afraid the poor keys are liable to fly off from my extensive typing.
Let me just go ahead and finally have it out already.
I'm finally going to Europe!!!!!!!!
Yes! This poor lil ol' country gals' hard work has finally paid off and from sweating my boots down to the sole, in the Fall, I'll be setting off for my first real adventure in England and (drum roll please)...Ireland.
IRELAND!!!
Even though, the ticket has been bought, it still feels surreal to actually say that and actually mean it.
But what the heck!
I'm going to Ireland, I'm going to Ireland, I'm going to Ireland, I'm going to Ireland, I'm going to Ireland!!!!
Ireland.
The place I've dedicated the last twelve years on going to, not having a single clue as to how or when I'll get there and tossing and turning at night, wondering if my family and friends were right, that this was some worthless dream that would be too difficult to achieve.
The country to which I would spend most of my days, evenings....and nights extensively studying the culture, the land, the history etc and would not shut up about it, no matter how much my friends and family were annoyed to death about it.
And don't get me started on Celtic Music!
I could literally clear a full room with it because I was known to play it over and over again.
It's so different than anything I've ever heard before.
A distinct tune it gives off that makes you so relaxed and as if I'm in my own whimsical Celtic Wonderland, or in the middle of The Hobbit.
Who would have ever thunk that I would actually be seeing that majestic land with my own eyes.
But one thing for sure, It beats watching all my rich friends going to different places in Europe, especially Ireland, and then bragging about it to me without a single care...because I won't feel jealous and slighlty envious about it whatsoever.
Major sarcasm here people.
I do!!!!
Viciously.
Finally, the scrip is changing and at last, it's going to me playing the role of a traveler.
Me of all people.
The Travelin' Cowgirl.
Has a nice ring to it!
Hashtag #travelincowgirl. Remember that.
Oh! and I'm going to England hehehehe.
I got so excited about Ireland that I forgot to mention London, especially since I'll be there more than Ireland.
Kind of bittersweet if you ask me, but a privilege and a once in a lifetime experience just the same.
I told alot of my friends overseas that I'll be coming to their neck of the woods, of course, some of those friends including Ree Ree and Cowboy.
I told both Ree Ree and Cowboy in our group chat that I was coming, and immediately she was more excited than a Camel on Hump Day and offered me to come stay with her at once.
Cowboy was still confused as me and Ree Ree ranted on like the clucking ducks were at that moment, so she had to fully explain all the nonsense.
He seemed pretty excited too, but clearly not as much as my Ree Ree.
It was sorta of funny to watch someone get excited over someone like me, as if I was deserving of such attention.
I'm afraid I'll never be use to this "Genuine care and attention " stuff when it's directed towards me.
Cowboy still talks to me on a regualr basis.
He's honestly the most interesting collection of brain cells I've ever met, and currently, my favorite person to have a conversation with.
He's still getting to know me and me him, but though our personalities clash and are quite different at times...most of the times, we are enjoying getting to know each other.
I still know he thinks I'm a bit off my rocker and just plain crazy, but so far, he likes it.
I'm surprised he's still around actually.
But, I can tell he gets flirty rather quick.
I'm no fool and won't fall for tricks as a regular girl would go for in a heartbeat.
You'd be surprised how much a girl will lower her standards just to hear a guy say she's a hottie or compliment a certain body part of hers.
And that's not even good!!!!
This chick won't be fooled!
Nope! Not I!
So...
why do I feel myself slowly growing more "Fond" of him?
Uggggghhhh please let's not go through this again!!
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Confessions of a Peridot
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