Do You Believe In Magic?

Magic. Simply put.

Do you know when you first go somewhere, and it's all new and exciting and practically nothing can spoil the sense of wonder that you're experiencing? Well, to me, one of the saddest things in life is losing that sense of wonder. One might even argue that in anticipation of losing that, the idea of a brand new adventure just doensn't hold the kind of anticipation you get at the prospect of experiencing this feeling.

It's been four years since I walked on Irish ground, and I honestly forgot how magical this country is. I walked into comfort. This farm, and the people who call it home, have effortlessly extended this feeling to me by simply smiling and still being who when I saw them they were 4 years ago. And, although I've been here for all of 2 days, that have been filled with chaos and jet lag - it doesn't even matter, because the minute I walk out of the driveway of the farm and glance at the mountains down the road, smelling the fresh country air, I have a feeling of home.

I arrived to a party - one where my cousins and their friends put my outings to shame by epically step dancing to Lady Gaga. Nothing topped hearing my cousin singing "In My Father's House" and another one tackling Adele's "Someone Like You." Like I said, I'm home.

This feeling is going to be added to tonight, when in a half hour I will head down to the pub to hear my cousin sing traditional Irish music with a fresh pint of Guiness and/or Smithwicks.

Pictures will follow, hopefully, when I figure out how to post them without my computer.

Miss and love you all.