Starting today, I am uprooting my life for five weeks–five weeks fulfilling dreams long held very near my heartbeat. “Uprooting” seems to have developed a bit of a negative connotation, but for me, in this moment, the syllables of it closely resemble those of “adventure” and even “reprieve.”
Here I am at the Greensboro airport waiting for my flight–flight 4131–to leave from gate 24. I’m not nervous. I have not been nervous about this trip in all the time since what is now a reality was just a hope. Maybe I am simply that confident in not only it’s success, but also in the incredible influence it will have on my life (in the most positive of lights).
Five lovely weeks of adventure in Oxford, UK studying Jane Austen, my favorite author, at Magdalen College of Oxford University. It is no less than a dream delightfully fulfilled!
It’s abnormally quiet in this airport… kind of like my plans for my time in England: quiet, moderate, not overly-adorned. And intentionally so. I wish to leave room for the unexpected–for true adventure.
I can, in this moment, imagine myself to be Catherine Moreland as she sets off from her beloved village and goes to embrace the unknown–Bath–and grand experiences. And to that imagination let me add:
“…If adventures will not befal a young lady in her own village, she must seek them abroad…” (Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey, pg. 4)