Procrastina-

I love deadlines. I love the whooshing sound they make as they fly by. 
One of these days I'm going to get help for my procrastination problem. I have 5 exams over the next two weeks and currently, I haven't a hope of passing. Then again, if it weren't for the last minute, I'd never get anything done! Things always seem to come right in the end. 

I'm a 20 year old Irish maiden studying in Spain. It probably speaks volumes about me that it's taken me until 3 weeks before I'm homeward bound before I managed to set up an erasmus blog. So far, I've spent about an hour writing this much. I can already see this poor unassuming blog dying a death. 

Education has had me in its clutches since I was 4 years old. I tell a lie, I dropped out of play school before I could graduate with the class. I came home with rat poison in my pocket. Apparently we were all taken down to where the dish of rat poison was and told "Now this is dangerous, don't touch it". Challenge accepted. Since then, poisonous blip aside, I have fallen (and sometimes been given an encouraging push) through the system like flour through a sieve. 

Growing up, I always thought college kids had their lives figured out and were really really smart. I can assure you that I have neither my life figured out nor am I really really smart. I'm not even really smart! I don't know where I got that idea from. It's comical to think that in less than a year I will have a degree in Psychology and Spanish. I will be a full-blown rabid, rambling, cross-eyed grown up.  Sadly, or maybe not so sadly, I'm not alone. Most of my fellow Arts buddies are comrades in arms. Year after year they churn out dazed and confused graduates with absolutely no idea of what to do with themselves. I am not the exception, I am the rule. When did I become a statistic? More importantly, how much work is it to stop being the statistic? To make something significant of myself and be able to brag at reunions about how grrrrreat my life turned out? 

For now, I am ready to leave it all behind. This year abroad has been a taster for what the big wide world has to offer, and it's left me hungry for more. Someone clever once said, "A wise traveler never despises his own country." It took coming away for me to find my grá for Ireland. My rainy village on the west coast of Ireland will now always be a home that I'm proud of but I want more. I want to feel the buzz of a big city and hear my voice boom through a massive mountain range. I want to camp out on a balmy summers night and to hole up in a cheap hostel during a thunderstorm. I really want to settle for months at a time to get to know the local culture, cuisine and people. There is nothing more satisfying than walking down a street in Oviedo and being asked for directions. Then, when I've had my fill, I want to take off again on a whim. I want it all. I also want to know how much "it all" is gonna cost me because the time has come.

I'm Grainne and I am a self-confessed flakey Arts student.
I'm going to travel the world and try to find myself.
All donations and life advice accepted.