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It was midweek when I found myself staring outside the plexiglass window of my landing plane, worrying my lip as the typical Dublin rain blurred the lights of the airport.
What am I doing? I asked myself as the “unbuckle seat belts” sign dinged overhead.
This is not what a rational, put-together adult would do, I lectured as I wrestled my carry-on out of the overhead bin.
I can’t believe I’m doing this, I murmured as I rolled it towards Customs, a little sweaty from the spontaneity of the whole thing.