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  • The walls are a shade of dark green. There ceiling has this geometric pattern on it. On the walls are paintings. They change frequently enough for you to appreciate, yet not get sick of them.
    I'm surrounded by the indie crowd of Cork. I guess you can call them, my type of people. Thrifted outfits, hairstyles that I wish I was bold enough to try, an air of coolness.
    I have been trying to break into their circle at this cafe for months. Everything about them seems effortless, like they just seemingly avoid the current influx of materialistic and pop culture desires without trying. The people that sit within meters of me have not the slightest idea how much I admire them.
    Of all the places in Cork, the city in which I made the rather bold decision to study abroad in for five months, this place feels the most like home to me; being inspired here comes without trying. The music that's played is all indie, the stuff I crave and, the veggie burgers here are brilliant. At night, its a vinyl and live show having bar. I still haven't come to a show here alone though, despite the fact that it is on my bucket list. Oh and did I mention, the people that work here are seriously my idols in life, so beyond sweet.
    Being here reaffirms why I am who I am. Yet, when I leave this place and put myself in other environments, that sometimes goes out the window. In a sense, I have my safe haven that isn't the beach. I am so lucky, yet I'm terrified as to what I'm going to do when I'm home and not old enough to get into places like this.
    Being here makes me dream; of what my life will be like when I have my dream apartment in Brooklyn, going to indie shows and art gallery openings on the weekends, of the potential within me that has yet to be unleashed, of who I'd be if I wasn't so scared of not having security or failure.
    Asides from their awesome music taste, I admire the fearlessness of those that sit next to me. I admire how they are writers without backup plans, artists that are totally immersed in their works, dreamers that are bold enough to break through the barriers of what society tells us to do.
    Only in my dreams will I ever stop going to school to pursue my backup plan and truly feel fearless within myself.
    I wonder what it would take to make that dream a reality.
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