The crazy-no-good-jump-off-a-cliff-insane journey of a 22 year old American trying to make it to Dublin in her year between Bachelors and Masters. Though as far as I can tell there are more bachelors than masters in Europe.
Shortly after writing that last post I realized how silly I was to be looking a wool coats and sweaters and scarfs and socks when I'm going to IRELAND. Perhaps this should pacify me in my shopping fervor. Perhaps not.
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