A week from this moment, I'll be going through security in O'Hare's international terminal. At 6:10 p.m. (weather and flight crew willing), my plane will begin its taxi down the runway en route to Dublin. I will, of course, be flying my boyfriend's favorite airline, Aer Lingus (note: excessive sarcasm), but instead of connecting to London and Helsinki, my classmates and I will meet the Harbins and head for Greystones, Ireland in County Wicklow, my home for 14 weeks. Let's hope my bags decide to join me.
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