I’ve tried writing an introduction paragraph going on nine times now, because I have no idea how to put all my mind is thinking into words. As soon as I think of something, another memory pops into mind, and then another, and another.
As an overview, this past week I just got home from a trip that impacted my life like no other. A week in Dublin with my mom, three weeks at a school with 19 other kids, and a few days in Thomastown with family friends. Throughout the weeks, I got the opportunity to take on so many challenges that have already, and will continue to help me. I feel that I found a lot out about myself, that I grew more as a person, and now know what I’m capable of. The whole journey was so empowering in so many different ways, from hardships to some of the best days of my life. Upon arrival home, my heart is as full as it has ever been.
I once again am at a loss of words, where to go from here, because I have so much to talk about but I’m not sure how to organize it all. So I’m going to apologize beforehand for how chaotic this post will be/has already been. I’m going to try to keep it as orderly as possible, but I’m not making any promises. ;)
So I’ll start at the beginning, seems logical enough, right? The first week. My first overseas flight, my first time in another country, my first time seeing cars drive on the left side of the road. So many firsts came with this week. It started out in Dublin, doing all the typical tourist things with my mom, but ended in County Westmeath with my mom’s aunt and uncle. Within this week I got to see four different churches, meet some people that shined God’s light in an inexplainable way, walk miles upon miles, experience a type of architecture you wouldn’t believe, and ate maybe 100 slices of brown bread. It took me a while to get used to roads the size of one lane back home, stone walls separating every field as well as surrounding the sides of the roads, and the overgrowth. Oh the overgrowth, you couldn’t look in any direction and not see green, it was wonderful. Every house had a sun room, because the weather averaged 60 degrees. Every building was able to keep their windows open all day for the same reason, so there was a constant aroma of fresh air. It was a dream. At the end of the week, my mom and I returned to the airport, where I had to say my good bye to her, and hellos to the 19 other students I’d be sending the next three weeks with.
On to my next three weeks, spent mostly on a farm at a place called, “Cow House Studios”. Arguably the best three weeks of my life. I was exposed to a whole new world. I was surrounded not only by beautiful scenery but beautiful people. It felt like a retreat as much as it did a school. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed or looked forward to learning so much before this. Even with an average of maybe five hours of sleep a night, I was full of energy. To try and organize these three weeks, I’m going to split them into two topics. One being the education aspect, the other being the trips we took while there and the people I got to experience it with.
The school aspect- first off, the most beautiful studio I’ve ever worked in. I spent 7 hours a day learning and painting in a renovated barn that had skylights and stone walls. It was also fully equipped with and endless amount of paints, inks, pencils, and every other art supply you could possibly imagine. I learned more and improved my technique more than I had ever hoped going in. I thank the instructors for this. Given it was a challenging experience, it was also the most delightful one I’ve ever experienced. We had expectations to uphold, and we had the help to get there, and by the end I believe each one of us did. I got the chance to test so many new mediums, techniques, and tools in the process.
The studio was not the only place I grew on the farm, though. Sitting in the forest, in the fields, and on the dock, also taught me a lot. I did a lot of self reflecting here, which was highly beneficial. With all the time I spent in these places, I learned more about myself, when I thought I already had everything figured out. I possibly learned as much in the time I spent with myself, as I did my time in the studio.
Onto the trips and people now. During the three weeks, we partook in two excursions. The first one was at the end of the first week to Dublin, and the second was at the end of the second week to County Cork. It was kind of funny, because when I went to Dublin, I was in the exact same places as I was the week before with my mom. This time was different though, they were both unbelievably enjoyable, but in different ways. This time round, with Cow House Studios, I grew close to a lot of the other students.
To get to County Cork the next week, we rode a bus for about four hours to the southeast part of Ireland (a town called Baltimore), where we then took a ferry to Cape Clear Island. The ferry ride itself was a great adventure. Depending where you sat on the boat, you could get soaked because of how rough the water was that day. It was like a 45 minute roller-coaster. When we got to Cape Clear, we walked about a mile to a hostile we rented out for the night. The hostile was located right on a cove that held the bluest, clearest, most beautiful water I’d ever seen. Soon after we took a long hike to the top of cliffs that overlooked the ocean. This was the most beautiful view I’d ever seen my whole life. The grass was like a carpet and the waves crashing against the rocks created a place I could easily stay for hours at a time. From the cliffs we walked to castle ruins nearby, where there was also a rainbow what seemed to be only feet in front of you. That night a few of my friends and I went to the local pub, they were having a family night where they played traditional Irish music. That made for a good time. The next day I went kayaking in the cove outside the hostile we stayed at. You were able to enter caves carved into the cliffs and listen to the waves hit the outside. I’ve been kayaking before, but never like this. I didn’t even notice my legs were going numb from the cold water, because I was constantly distracted by the beautiful scenery. The rest of the next couple days were also full of places you thought only existed on your “Travel” board on Pinterest. I had the time of my life.
The three weeks of school came to a closing that I hoped would never happen. I had some hard good byes to say that morning. I truly do believe though that I came as close to these people in three weeks as I have with friends I’ve had my whole life. I know that at some point I will get to see some of them again, and I look forward to that day. This school was a chance of a lifetime and I was beyond blessed to get the opportunity to go. I made memories and met people I know there’s no way I could ever forget.
The last few days before departure back home, I spent with a couple family friends, at a place called Thomastown. During this time I got the chance to visit Jerpoint Abbey, Kilkenny Castle, and eat like a king every day (soup isn’t considered a meal here, it’s a starter for another huge selection of food). The last night I traveled back to Dublin for the last time, and started my long journey home the next morning.
I had an incredibly hard time leaving. I was happy to be going home, but sad to be leaving Ireland behind. A very bittersweet moment, but the best way it could’ve felt. Overall I view this experience as one of, if not the, best experience of my life. I am so, so thankful, for everyone back home that helped me get here and everyone I met in Ireland that gave me the opportunities I had. I will continue to learn from this for years, and will have memories to look back on for the rest of my life. I hope I get the chance to travel again, because I would love to now. Once again, thank you everyone, I don’t know how to express how grateful I am, but I’ll feel it for the rest of my life.
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| The final hike we went on as a group. (this is only a couple miles from the farm I stayed at.) |
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| All of us students participating in a final critique at the end of the first week. |
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| A group photo of all the students, instructors, and their child/dog. |
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| During one of the hikes we took in Co. Cork . |
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| The students in the studio |













