Derry Nostalgia Love Time

It's funny to think about the things that were happening a year ago. Funny good funny. Not bad funny.

A year ago, I was planning a kick-ass Christmas party with my friend Sam.

A year ago, I was completely stressed and depressed about being away from home on Thanksgiving. Also, I was intensely annoyed with Stephen #2 for being a man-whore (I can say that because it's truer than anything.)

A year ago, I was trying to figure out if I wanted to date someone who I was not attracted to and who was a little too interested in me (and who was Irish. I can only say that because he'll never read this.) It didn't take that long to figure out the answer to that....

I miss Derry, but I don't want to go back for a long time. It was the perfect place to be for three months, because there is no where that is better or easier or friendlier than Northern Ireland.

It is the best place to slack off in.
It is definitely the best place to have weird run-ins with the opposite sex and not feel guilty at all
It is the best place to meet tons of people who are unashamedly friendly.
It is the best place to get early-holiday-enthusiastic.
It is the best place to eat a really good toasted sandwich.
It is the best place to take classes that are unrelated to anything that you will ever need to know about.(And a tangent)
This is Peter Smith (in the cardigan. Duh.) I had a platonic crush on him. He speaks fluent Irish. I bet that he is at least 50. My last week in Derry, he took our entire Irish class (7 of us. All female) out to a Christmas lunch at one of the winebars on the river, and he paid for the majority of it. I loved him.

And he got 50 bonus points for looking like an elf.