I never found much significance in St. Patrick's Day. I assumed everyone had a little Irish in them; most people you ask seem to have some sort of lineage from Irish immigrants. I felt like I blended in with the crowd and St. Patrick's Day was merely some menial holiday that everyone celebrated. People clinging to some tiny fraction of the Irish heritage and find an excuse and run out to find the green beer -- or wear a corny t-shirt saying "Kiss me, I'm Irish." I'm Irish and the only thing I'll volunteer to kiss is the Blarney Stone, thank you.

I found that my family's St. Patrick's Day traveled a more tradition route, but trust me I am not complaining. Every holiday, my mother makes her famous Irish dinner: corn beef, parsley potatoes, and cabbage. I mostly obsess over the potatoes...melted butter and fresh parsley drizzled over the creamy potatoes...my mother was simply feeding my potato addiction. Never the less, an ordinary day had turned into an interesting family bonding experience.

St. Patrick's Day also was an opportunity for myself to reflect on my trip to Ireland. My family has always taken high pride in our heritage, and I realized why when I saw what the beautiful countryside Ireland has to offer. I was breathless and I truly have fallen in love with a place I could see myself calling home one day.

It wasn't simply the luscious, green countryside or the quaint cottages. It was the kindest bus driver or rainy days on cobblestone streets that made memories. Honestly, I never thought I would tire of potatoes. I would eat them any chance I had received at home, but I began to eat them at every meal in Ireland. What can I say, I have a problem.

I had fallen in love with another country. The architecture of the tiny towns, the kindness of everyone, and, of course, the scenery. Additionally, I got caught up in the fantasy of visiting. It was easily describable as a fairytale, where vibrant flowers blossomed and cascading vines draped over white bridges lining the creeks. The atmosphere seemed to capture my heart as entertainment thrived. Irish jigs and festive singing kept the culture alive in the streets.

Ireland was an amazing experience that made me truly appreciate my heritage. A common holiday that seemed like an excuse to celebrate had another meaning to my family. With the memories from my Ireland trip and the traditions of my family, I have grown to love and celebrate St. Patrick's Day. Cheers to everyone, and be safe.