After working in a hotel in a small town in Scotland, I leave for Ireland tomorrow. This was my goodbye message;
How do I sum you the three months you’ve given me into one word? Unforgettable? Unimaginable? Awesomesauce? They don’t do it justice. You’ve been the greatest summer camp (out of zero) I’ve ever been to. You’re not every meal; you’re something special. You’re chocolate cake. I could speak about you in vague colloquialisms ‘til the cows home so I’ll start saying actual words now.
You’ve been so kind to me. You’ve only known me three months and yet you’ve treated me as if you knew me a lifetime. I am overwhelmed by your generosity and kindness during my time here. I’ll miss every bit of this town. Whether it was a game of pool, a song at karaoke, a night in McKay’s, a trip to Perth, a steak bake, or even a 7:30am alarm, I will dearly miss every bit of this town. Carlow and Dublin will know of your hospitality and humanity.
I have met so many exceptional people here. I thank every single one of you for the experience you’ve given me, be it a simple “Hi, Colin”, a quick-witted joke at work or a long chat over a few pints. You may be a small town in the middle of nowhere, but your heart is bigger than Ben Nevis and all the Highland mountains combined. Thank you. For everything.
I’ll see you guys in Fisher’s for David and I’s leaving do tonight.
And to any people back home reading this, I urge you; If you ever get the chance to work abroad, do it. Just go for it. Yes, you’ll have to work hard. You’ll have to do things you haven’t done before but you will not regret it. You will prevail and come out of it having a memorable adventure. Also, I wasn’t drunk when I wrote this. But I will be later.