Last week, I did something that I neverthought I would get to do: I left Ireland. I travelled abroad for the first time in my life.

I know this makes me sound naïve, and young, and probably a little bit stupid. That’s okay. Because I am, naive, and young, and almost definitely a little bit stupid. But that really is okay. I’m working on all three of these things. One baby step of experience at a time.

I’m sitting here by my window, 1,288.5 km away from my dog and my mum and our house and our hideous red front door, that’s chipping paint and mould. Apparently, there’s an hour time-difference between the Netherlands and Waterford city. I found that out last week after being an hour early to every university appointment I tried to make. Or maybe it was late. I am too confused to remember.