Ireland stole my ❤!!!

And if that ain't the truth I not know what else is!!! When I first got here and found out that the dance wasn't what I was hoping it was going to be I started to wonder what his city had left or me and was really giving up all hope I had. Mins the people cause they are nicest people I ever met. But I really wanted to know what this city was holding for me. There was something that brought me here and I wanted to know what?!?! I had met so many people I connected with and on so any if different levels. So many people that had helped me get brought the week. And finally right at the end I found a group of dancers that were off he chain. Such hidden talent. And not only were they teaching to my favorite song by Jhene Aiko-Higher. But the choreo was sickening. Of course it was mastered by a polish and Asian. Love it though. And they were the nicest people ever. It turns out. I loved that studio. Had such good energy everyone was there to learn and you can just feel it. And it had some dope dancers! I was like damn. And it was so uplift to be recognized by the ones hosting the workshop. It was really a good confidence booster made feel like for once I was doing something right hahaha! But I think I was just living in it!! But yeah after the class I talked to them and turn out I am going to be meeting them in Poland for the FNF convention. I'm so excited cause for €350 a weeks work is covered from food to living to dancing and with my homies from la. Despite I was getting it for free. It is going to be dope to experience it in a whole other light and different perspective. And not to mention a whole other country. How much more dope can it be and it won't be in a room where a bunch of people are beating their way to the front because the think they are the best and they think they deserve to be there. No it's a people that are paying money that they worked hard for and dying to learn. Just like me. I'm so stoked. But yeah I have to thank my homie Abdul for the heads up n that place cause it was definitely worth it and gave me hope in Dublin before I started to run out. Sad it was really late when he told me and I had more time, but hey better late then never. But the final part of Dublin was monkey. I can't even find the right words to describe it. I met him one night i was in a club called Dragon. And actually he came up to me and noticed me, but I was with another group of people and I didn't want to be rude and I was having a good time, so i just couldn't leave them but he reminded me of someone that use to be real close to me and he was smoking hot. And through out that night he was constantly always in my eyeline, and kept bumping into me. Accident or not I'll never know. But after that night I thought it was going to be the last time I saw him.  But thats where fate stepped in.And be honest the rest was complet history. It was like on of those movies that you just didn't want to end. Up till the moment i was at the airport security gate. I can still see that smile as I'm walking through the gates. I could've walked into a wall and wouldn't have cared. I just didn't want to stop looking back. I wanted to just drop my bag and run full force and give the biggest kiss and hug not even god could imagine. And just say fuck it. if I miss my flight I'm stuck in Ireland. and I could care the fuck less, but in a sad, very sad ending I didn't and kept walking toward the security gate. Watching him wave goodbye, then soon after he turned I turned, and at the very last second before I couldn't see no more I looked again and saw him walk out the sliding glass doors and I could feel a tear come across my face. I can't even explain what happened. Like who was I. Stopping my self before I let any sort of emotions come over me. Cause i have something, and it's called faith. I don't know maybe it was just leaving Dublin and the fact that the last 48 hours of it were complete bliss, I just became so attached it really started to feel like home, but I think there was more to it, in fact I know there was. I just don't even know how to explain it. But I keep repeating it in my head and then I get to the end and it's like daaaamn!! Did this all just really happen?!?! Oh yes it did!! Maybe I'll really figure it out by time I'm ready to write my book! And thank goodness for technology these days is all I have to say too. Fuck. What we would do without it lol. But now I'm off to Paris and fuck, I'm ready to dance my little heart oooouuuutttt! So ready, I feel Dublin was the fun part of my journey but now the rest is all bout dancing, cause I know the scenes are bigger and beast so time to get my self back on track, and let the real fun start! Oh but don't get me wrong Dublin was fun but a whole other kind of fun! For once I felt like me, I didn't force anything I wasn't trying to be someone, someone asked me to be; "John calm down" "John sit still" "John do this" "John do that" no I did me and It felt sooooo good. And I didn't give a fuck! And the people I met didn't give a fuck, and treated me like an equal. And respected me for who I was and what I did. Couldn't get much better than that. but it's still in the back of my head. All of it. Ireland. London. I'm intruded to see where these next weeks are going to take me cause I know it won't leave. The anxiousness is pouring through my veins like I'm a damn addict again. Stay tuned to find out!