Ireland is the kind of place that makes you believe in magic and fairy tales and happily ever afters.
I have spent every single day for the past three and a half years lamenting the fact that Ireland exists and I am not there.
On August 30, 2014, I hopped a plane from Manchester to Dublin. It took absolutely no time at all for me to know that I was right where I was always meant to be. For the first time in 21 years, I felt in my soul that I had finally come home.
They say that a picture is worth a thousand words. As particularly efficacious with words as I am, I have absolutely none to describe how magical Ireland is. So here are 10,000 words worth of pictures and nostalgia.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!