I am lost for words. Is this relief I’m feeling? Satisfaction? Pride? All of the above with a pinch of anxiety. It was two years ago around this time in late spring / early summer when I decided to move to Ireland and continue my studies towards a degree in journalism. Today I received my final results. I will be graduating with a 1st Class Honours BA degree in Journalism and Visual Media.
It has been an extremely stressful year riddled with sleepless nights, sickness, and malnutrition. I felt like giving up and abandoning my responsibilities more times than I’d like to admit. I am not as smart or strong as I often pretend to be. Everything I’ve achieved so far required a lot of effort, sacrifices and risks included, yet I have no regrets. There’s still so much I want to do, so many places and people I wish to reach. I believe that everything I do is for my own sake and this belief keeps me going.
Major thanks to all who have reached out to me and offered their support during this academic journey of mine. To my good friends both in Ireland and far-far away – you are the finest humans I’ve ever met, thank you from the bottom of my heart.
It has been two months since I moved to Ireland, the place that has been number one on my bucket list for a very long time. I can’t say that things went easy and without stress, but I enjoy every bit of it. Ireland is everything I expected and hoped for, and even more. I challenged my inner introvert and as a result made many wonderful connections. People in Ireland, regardless of their nationality, are very warm and open, easy to approach and extremely helpful. They will give you a warm handshake the first time they meet you and a bear hug when you part ways at the end of the day. Their warmth is infectious and I always find myself carried away in the atmosphere of meeting a long-lost friend or relative whereas in fact we just met for the first time in our lives.