The people selling strawberries and grapes out of baby carriages on Henry Street in their best Irish-Cockney accents.
All the performers on Grafton Street.
Dancing in pubs...
Being able to get into pubs. I still have three whole months before I'm 21!! (NOT FAIR)
Cobblestone streets (except when I'm in heels. I won't miss them then).
The words, "cheers," "gaff," "grand," and "love," and probably a bunch of others. But I'm totally bringing them back.
Not always being carded.
The walk behind christchurch to get to pubs.
Stealing pint glasses. Oh, how I'll miss that.
The walk to campus.
Random hen parties in the lobby.
But, one thing I won't miss is being the shortest person wherever I go. And I am excited to go home. Sort of. I'm probably gonna cry on the plane.