Even the water tastes Different-- The First week

                                     The first week is always the hardest.
That phrase goes for any beginning. But thousands of miles from home, surrounded by new streets, smells, accents, and --- better MCD's, you're going to feel weird.

You're probably going to cry in between moments of excited awe; probably going to be overwhelmed, insecure, and unsettled by the new environment that you have put yourself in.

I remember my first night in Dublin. I was tucked into the corner of a cold, leather couch in the living room of an apartment that had light switches on the outside of the rooms they were designated for.

I texted my mom,  I am not okay. I can't do this, 

But little did I know, by the end of the week I was going to feel just fine :) more than fine, I was going to feel exhilarated and revived by the very streets, smells, accents, and better MCD'S that had previously made me sick to my stomach. 

The only thing you can do is:

   accept the fear, take little excursions, and breathe.

Once you get through the first week, you'll start to relax and possibly even enjoy yourself like I am below ;)

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