My stay here in England could, I think, be summed up in one
word: awe. The past three and a half months have been a dream that’s almost too
good to be true, and every now and then I still pinch myself to make sure it’s
real.
Am I really studying abroad in Europe, living in a 19th
century English country mansion? Heck, yeah.
Harlaxton itself has held me in a perpetual state of awe. From the
moment I first glimpsed it through jetlagged eyes on the way in
from Heathrow, from the day I was out for a run and saw its turrets rising from
the morning mist like some fairy tale castle. I fell head over heels in love
the first time I explored the rooms, painted ceilings, and labyrinths of
staircases. Halfway through the semester, when we had to study the manor for
our second British Studies exam, I fell in love all over again.
Pan out to England. It’s pretty unbelievably amazing. One of
my classes was taught by a professor determined to immerse us in the heart of
England’s nature. On our first field trip for that class, we trekked a total of
seven miles over the wild, breathtaking moors that inspired the setting for Wuthering Heights. On our second field
trip, our walk from Bakewell to Chatsworth brought us up close and personal
with an emerald green field populated by baby lambs. Yeah, my feet hated me
after both trips, but I wouldn’t trade either experience of quintessential English
countryside for anything in the world.
The awe continues for Europe as a whole. I’ve watched the
sunrise from Arthur’s Seat in Edinburgh. I’ve taken a cruise on Loch Ness and
petted a stag and a highland cow. I’ve wandered the sunlit canals of Amsterdam.
I’ve seen Paris in springtime spread out like a tapestry. I’ve visited a Roman
fort that has existed for 2,000 years and the Eiffel Tower—an iron lattice
relic from the late 19th century.
What is this? Am I dreaming? Why is Europe so beautiful, so
awe-inspiring, so perfectly picturesque? I’ve been asking myself these
questions since the beginning of the semester, and, while I don’t have the
answers yet, I will be eternally thankful for the opportunity I’ve been given just
to ask them.
And … in the eloquent words of a guy I've never heard of before: It’s time to say goodbye, but I think goodbyes are sad and I’d much
rather say hello. Hello to a new adventure.
~Joy Grace
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