First off, a brief apology: as some may have noticed, I have been off the grid for the past week or so and this is due to a backpacking trip of sorts through southern England, of which I was a involved. In light of this trip, I wasn't able to conclude my notes on the city of London and keep everyone posted on my travels. I am currently at Oxford--St. Anne's College in particular--beginning my studies, but I hope to--immediately--complete the London addition of this blog series, and in subsequent days also write on my southern excursion as well as my arrival in Oxford. Thanks for bearing with me.
And just like that, the first week draws to a close. Since my plane touched down a week ago, there has been no stopping; from site to site, I have quantitatively seen, heard, and felt more than I ever have before. To relay all my experiences and the accompanying sensations would be a vain pursuit, but, all the same, I assure you that my travel has thus far been amazing.
A part of myself certainly feels as though it has come home: with all the reading I did while growing up, part of my spirit has come to identify with this land where literature and life are seemingly actualized in a distinct and idyllic light. It is heartwarming, an awe-inciting country worthy of each and every accolade; but despite the grandeur of it all, England is grounded in reality--a reality defined to a great degree by fallen human interaction. While it has been easy to get caught up in all the hype, embracing the joy I envisioned so often before coming here, I was, through an abrupt series of events in the new Olympic Park, brought to the realization that London, England is not separate and distinct from the world, but, rather, stands as a monument for all of humanity's accomplishments and failures.
A part of myself certainly feels as though it has come home: with all the reading I did while growing up, part of my spirit has come to identify with this land where literature and life are seemingly actualized in a distinct and idyllic light. It is heartwarming, an awe-inciting country worthy of each and every accolade; but despite the grandeur of it all, England is grounded in reality--a reality defined to a great degree by fallen human interaction. While it has been easy to get caught up in all the hype, embracing the joy I envisioned so often before coming here, I was, through an abrupt series of events in the new Olympic Park, brought to the realization that London, England is not separate and distinct from the world, but, rather, stands as a monument for all of humanity's accomplishments and failures.