“You’re going to love it”. “This will be the best time of your life”. “Don’t be surprised when you get PID (Post Ireland Depression), it’s a thing”.
Relatively everyone and anyone I talked to about my at the time pending trip to Armagh said one of those three phrases or a slight variation to it. And to an extent I knew what they meant. I knew I was going to like it, and I knew that I wasn’t going to want to come home. But what I didn’t know was the magnitude of feeling that way.
I was most nervous about making friends. I felt like I was going into my first year of college all over again – going to a new place with new people, and not knowing what I got myself into. Much like my freshman year, that fear was diminished after a few days, a few pints and a lot of Dominos pizza. I cannot believe this month is already over, and that I have to leave all my Armagh Project friends and roommates. Who would have thought six women could not only survive in one room for a month, but actually be sad to leave it/each other.
Armagh project allowed me to push myself outside of my comfort zone. I met members of the IRA, politicians who marched in Derry in ’72, famous playwrights and poets, almost gave Malachi O’Doherty a heart attack, and even became an international actress at the Hewitt.
To anyone considering the Armagh Project, or any international travel, DO IT! It’s an amazing experience that you will not regret.