Until recently I had never really considered myself to be a home bird. I never had any plans to stay in Northern Ireland and by the time I was about 16, I couldn’t wait to get out of there. When it came to applying for university, staying at home wasn’t even an option and not one of my university choices were Northern Irish based.
When I went to university, although I dropped out at the start of my second year, it was nothing to do with being homesick. Once I’d dropped out and even though in my initially anxious ridden state I didn’t want to be anywhere but home for at least a few months while I found my feet again, I still had no plans that involved staying for too long.
I interned in London throughout the summer and didn’t think twice before booking a flight thousands of miles away to intern for a month in Dubai – that was until I got there and reality hit in that I was a very long way from home. Even at that stage, when I had every right to feel home sick, it caught me completely off guard that that’s how I was feeling.
I can’t tell what’s going on in my head at the moment, whether I’m homesick or whether the older I get the more I appreciate those around me, but I’ve found myself craving the comforts of home more and more lately. It’s not to do with the job – I love the job and with only 3 more months to go, I dread the day when my internship comes to an end. But sometimes, there really is no place like home.
A few weekends ago over the St. Patrick’s weekend, while most people my age were out partying, I couldn’t wait to hop on that train home, sleep in my own bed and wake up on Saturday morning, hangover free, ready to do absolutely nothing all weekend. And that’s exactly what I did. It was a miracle that I even got dressed on Saturday and had I not been on taxi duty for my little sister, I really wouldn’t have.
The thing is though, there was absolutely no moping involved. I was loving life doing absolutely nothing but sitting in my favourite comfortable clothes, sat in my favourite corner of the sofa, refilling my favourite mugs with copious amounts of tea with my favourite little pup sat curled up on my lap.
While I still don’t see myself settling in Northern Ireland in the long term, I’m definitely much less opposed to the idea than I once was and I’m willing to listen to my own thoughts and stick around a little while longer. I’ve been so busy trying to get out of Northern Ireland that I forgot to take the time to sit back and enjoy the glorious home that I have right in front of me. So much of that love for home comes from the people rather than the surroundings and while I’m not trying to wish away my time in Dublin, at my internship or just in general, I’ve just been taking some time this month to enjoy the company of those that mean the most to me and at the end of the day, that’s what it’s all about – surrounding yourself with the best kind of people. The kindest, smartest, funniest, most caring people that fill me with joy, keep me entertained and sometimes, drive me nuts. These are the people that have been reminding me lately that there really is no place like home.
Photos by Callum Crawford-Walker
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