There it was. My last night in the Roisin as a Galwegian. Now, I know I’ll be back visiting a lot, so I don’t want to get too maudlin here…but I can’t help but feel a little retrospective. When I arrived here, I honestly thought I would never feel at home. I remember walking across the Corrib and looking at people drinking in the sunshine at the Spanish Arch thinking, “That will never be me”. But I was so wrong.
It’s cheesy, but I found myself in Galway. I really did. I made friendships that have changed my life and had experiences that taught me lessons. I laughed (a lot). I cried (a lot). I learned (a lot). A piece of my heart will always be in this city. And the majority of my wealth will remain in the pubs coffers…(no seriously, I often thought that a portion of my wages should just go directly to Neachtains and the Roisin). But the friendships and memories I will keep with me always, and they are absolutely priceless.
Galway, I love you. I’ll never forget you. And I envy anyone just beginning their time with you.
Thank you to everyone I laughed with and cried with. You made it for me.