But I do care. I hate myself for it, but I can’t fight this desperate need to try. Try to fit in. Try to make this school experience different than all the previous ones.

There is a fable in the forest
Whispered by the branches, as they blow.
A tale about the truth of leaving
Things that no longer help you grow.
For on the surface it looks simple,
Like you only need lace your boots,
But there is nothing quite as painful
As untangling your roots.
And proof is found in tree stumps
Of the price some pay to flee,
That they would cut their lives in half
To cut the time before they're free.
Yet from the little left behind
Life has been known to grow again,
For unless you take your roots
A part of you will still remain.

I love seeing new places and meeting new people. I'm sort of addicted to traveling.

We don't care about that. This is a new team, a new year. We just go out and play.

Try and fit in in a New Zealand playground with an Armagh accent - it doesn't work.

New Yorkers, by reputation, are fast-talking, assertive and easily annoyed; I fit right in.