I can’t possibly imagine the feeling of riding straight into a tornado, but I distinctly remember watching a movie in grade school about a group of tornado chasers. It ripped through the town so gracefully, like a dancing ballerina (thanks to dramatic music effects), while families ran and hid. What amazed me was their decision to drive their car straight into the tornado and there, was where I learned what the “eye of a tornado” was. Besides the fact that it was a movie and that it is extremely dangerous and should not be attempted, I couldn’t help but think of how amazing it all seemed. How between all the rush of the wind and the destruction on the outside, there is a beautiful spiral on the inside. And if that is how it feels to go full speed ahead into a tornado, I think that is what I am going to experience in the next months of my life.
As the last days of school are finally coming to a close, I could not stop thinking about the next month I will get to spend at home or the many, many months that are going to follow in a new country. Before arriving in Ireland, it is going to be stressful, a mess, at the same time, a great holiday season. I am going straight toward the tornado. Next Tuesday, after I hand my professor the last of my obligations (a lengthy, tedious research paper), it is going to be a whirlwind of adventure.