I am, once again, rereading the entire Harry Potter series. It feels so good. I've missed this world of magical realism.
Sometimes, I try to think outside my close-minded life as a Muggle. We walk right past wonderful places like Diagon Alley and Platform 9 and 3/4. Maybe if I look just a little closer, I can find the magic in this world.
Maybe I don't even need to look. My life is pretty magical sometimes even though I am a Muggle.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
So this is my last night in Oxford. We leave tomorrow morning at 7:00. This semester feels like one of those dreams that you don't want to wake up from. I've been ready to be home many times over the course of these four months, but it didn't hit me until my last day that this has become my life. I walk down familiar streets now. I won't have University Parks and Cornmarket and Port Meadow and the Covered Market and Cowley and Summertown. These things that I still vividly remember discovering are quickly becoming my past. I don't like this feeling on finality. I want to go home and I want to see friends, but I want to walk to North Parade at the same time. Maybe I'm thinking about this in the wrong way. I now have another place that I can always come back to. I will never forget where Canterbury Road is located in Oxford. I will never forget the faces of these people I've spent so much (too much) time with over these months. I have another home. I have another family. I'm ready to move on and just tell myself that I'll be back. I'll be back.