Good with the bad...

Here's an update: there is some bad in all of this good. I'm trying to stay positive. So, here is how I'm looking at it all:

Good: I got to sit in on an Assessment at work Tuesday! This means I sat in the room while the psychologist got the history/story from one of our clients. If you sit in, then you automatically are the one to do the write up. I love doing the assessments. Doesn't seem like the other interns do, so I'm happily leaping to take them all. Since the other (3) interns are all leaving next week I'll be only one left, which I'm thrilled about.

Bad: Have not felt like the other interns like me. Very hard, so I just don't take and I do my work. Feels like American Idol: I'm not here to make friends! All the people here make it feel like high school, except my high school wasn't even this bad.

Good: Making amazing contacts!! I love the people (non-interns) I work with. The main psychologist, Garrett, is awesome. He entertains our questions, will have great conversations with us, tell us (confidential) stories, explain Irish perspectives, etc. etc... I had this great conversation with him today because he has his Masters in Organizational Psych (the field I want to go into) and he is interested in counseling of the person/personality, with an emphasis on the workplace-- read: he is going for exactly what I am aiming for. Fabulous.

Bad: My room kept flooding (due to the setup of the handicap bathroom, which is the room I got stuck with). The flooding was bad enough, but then it molded. A lot. It smelt worse than any room should smell, and mold was growing on surfaces upon which mold should never grow.

Good: They moved me.

Bad: Now, I'm not with Kari, who is my only ally here.

Good: Going to Wales this weekend! I have not planned for it much, mostly because I want to be able to just hop about because I think a lot will be based on what locals tell me to do (since it's really just a lot of gardens and castles.) I do want to see Buckingham Palace though...

Bad: I miss everyone so, so much. I am homesick a bit, I'll admit. No "culture shock", just miss being able to talk to people and having friends around. The Americans here are ready to pick us all apart... why is that?

Good: I love Ireland immensely. I'm seriously considering moving here. I've even looked into graduate programs (Trinity has one in clinical...) I could even live in Wales, it'd be under two hours commute, which is not much more than what I have now. I love it here.

Don't worry... I'll come home. But, seriously, I could easily live here forever.

And I'll leave it on a good note.