… more than anything…
But seriously, now that I’ve got that song stuck in your head (and if you were ever involved in Into the Woods and now have to sing through the entire musical to get it out of your head… sorry!), I really do wish:
- The Irish had a defined passing pattern. In the States, you walk on the right side of the sidewalk, you don’t run into people, and everything’s cool. Here, they’re as likely to go left as right, and they probably won’t move out of the way if you’re on a collision course.
- The Euro hadn’t gone up to $1.36. Ouch!
- The grocery stores here sold sour patch kids. And Worcestershire sauce. And turkey, not in a package where you pay E3 for 3 slices.
- Irish kids turned the TV off when they were done watching it. Or at least before leaving the house.
- It wasn’t impossible for me to canyoning at Interlaken.
- Swing dancing lessons weren’t E10 for a one-hour lesson once a week.
- I could have actually been with my family for the September birthday celebrations.
- That more of my classes had midterms. (A weird concept, I know – but think how stressed/terrified I’m going to be in November when I’m writing essays upon which my entire grade will be based!)
- It were easier to make Irish friends. It’s really hard when your classes are massive lectures! But maybe now that I’m doing mores stuff with the clubs and societies, I’ll have more luck.
- That Miami had a capoeira club, because capoeira is awesome.
- That I understood how the heck Gaelic Football works.
- That some of my friends could be here to experience all this awesomeness with me. Because although this list was mostly one of complaints, I really am having a great time.