After thinking and planning and anticipating this trip for something like 2 years, I'm finally about to go to Chicago O'Hare airport and get on an Irish plane to fly to Dublin. I'm taking one 20 lb backpack/suitcase that I can carry on, so no issues with checked luggage. I'll be wearing virtually the same clothes for two months and I couldn't be more excited.
The flight to Dublin departs Chicago at 4:20 PM and arrives at 5:50 AM tomorrow. I'm kind of interested to see what Dublin is like at 6:00 AM on a Monday morning--I can't imagine it's very touristy. My first order of business will be to find a hostel, although I doubt they'll let me check in until the early afternoon, so I'll be hoofing it around the city for a while with my backpack.
(On a side note, my backpack is incredible. It's an Osprey travel pack, and it starts as a small rolling suitcase with big, sturdy wheels, and then converts quickly into a full backpack with waist and chest straps. Also, there's a detachable day-pack--I haven't been this excited about a piece of luggage since I saw a Ninja Turtles backpack when I was 6.)
I've been spending the last three weeks in Evanston and Chicago trying to set my life up for my return. I'll be living near Wrigley field and working in theater, and I thought I'd be able to get everything set and done and out of the way so I could rest easy during my trip. That, in retrospect, was laughable. I've gotten a lot done, but in many ways I have more on my mind now than I did before, and plenty of things I could do if I stayed around. Just last night, another financial issue reared its head, and I'll have to haphazardly manage it while I'm on the road. But I guess that's pretty normal, and there's no way I'm not getting on that plane in 5 hours.
See you in Dublin.
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