By: Connor Lenahan
I am a leprechaun. I fit the bill in a few ways. First, I am half-Irish. My blood is therefore a 50% concoction of Guinness, potatoes, and shamrocks. Further, I stand 5’4″ with red hair. I can and do physically play the part. Also there is a rumor that if you catch me in the wild I will grant you wishes. I’ve also heard this referred to as “being held for ransom,” but it’s all the same.
Tomorrow morning I will wake up four hours before I want to in order to repack my bags, depart London, and make my way to Dublin. I have never once visited the land responsible for half of my heritage. By this time tomorrow I will be falling asleep in Ireland.
Unlike every other trip I have taken I have done zero research about the city. I barely know what Dublin looks like in photos. I’m flying blind into a brand new city and a brand new country. I couldn’t be more excited.
If at some point over the next few days I start to grow pointed ears and get ever shorter much like the Disney Channel Original Movie classic The Luck of The Irish you all will know why. Actually, since this is one of the best films ever made, I wouldn’t even be mad.
If all goes well I will come back to the states as a pint-sized, thick-accented leprechaun that gets about 60% of the sleep he should.
Even if Dublin fails to change me into a mythological creature, I will return to the United States as a pint-sized, thick-accented leprechaun that gets about 60% of the sleep he should.
I can’t lose.
Connor Lenahan (@ConnorLenahan) is a sophomore at Boston University, majoring in journalism.