Wroxton, Wroxton, Wroxton

Sometimes I feel like a broken record, stuck saying "I miss Wroxton" over and over and over again... It's silly to live in the past so much, I know. I think of Wroxton every day, and I miss it every. day. And it's not like I'm not enjoying life now, because I am. It's just that my time there was probably the best time I have ever had, and even though someday I will go back, it just won't be quite the same.

Maybe I'm being overdramatic, but Wroxton is kind of like... Neverland. It's like something out of a fairy tale - a five story abbey, eight hundredyears old... with this large rolling lawn and a beautiful garden like something out of a Jane Austen novel. It's like living in a fantasy world.

And for those four months, you leave behind everything - you leave behind all your stress, your work, your whole life, and you're there in that Abbey with new people. Every weekend, you go to a new place -- possibly three new places if you do something Friday, Saturday and Sunday. It's truly an Adventure. It's about Exploration and Discovery. And not just discovery of this new, foreign land, but also discovery about yourself.

You can leave the rest of the world behind, it's like a dream.

And like Neverland, one day you do have to go back. You have to leave. Because you have life to get back to, people to get back to. And you fly across the ocean and it's gone, and you have nothing but memories and photographs and souvenirs. And you're left dreaming.

I miss so much. I miss the sense of excitement of going to a new place, the excitement of going to see Stonehenge, or the Roman Baths, or the Tower of London. I miss the humid air, yes I miss the rain. I miss the Abbey, with its creepy, ancient basement, I miss playing ping pong, I miss walking back to the Abbey after spending a night at the pub and looking up at that building and thinking, "Yeah, that's where I'm living..."

I long for the day I can go back, and I also long for the day I can travel to a new place and feel that sense of adventure again.


Post Note
Okay, sure, I'm going to Vegas in a month for work... and that will be exciting, sure. But Vegas is not my style. I miss Europe, with its ancient castles, with its signs that say "this chair is 500 years old, and we have no idea what it was used for or where it came from, but its 500 years old!" (Okay maybe I paraphrased a little).