Some news, not necessarily writing related.
In some ways, this has been a very melancholy weekend. I’ve spent it saying goodbye to my friends here in the UK, and winding myself up into my usual “pre-travel hysteria” which I find necessary for all journeys longer than a day trip. However, the weekend has also had a lot of good points. For one thing, I turned in my dissertation on Friday. And yes, it was like a huge weight lifted off of my chest. The fact that it was immediately replaced by the equally crushing weight of worrying that I’d forgotten something, or misprinted something, or that the graders would hate my research is totally irrelevant.
Immediately after turning the dissertation in, I was whisked off to a fun-filled few hours in Beamish by my friends. For those of you who, like me, had never heard of Beamish before this, it is a Living Museum, a 1913 mining village and nearby town preserved for the perusal of modern people, complete with museum-guides dressed in proper 1913 fashion. We didn’t have enough to time to give the entire town a really good perusal, but we did get to explore the mine pretty thoroughly. The mine itself was really neat, and all the steampunk-esque mining technology really set the gears (heh) in my brain in motion. I just love it when things I do anyway turn into writing-research in some way! The inspiration gained by the trip also came as the second sign from the writing-gods that they want me to get ON with finishing Through Brass Goggles already. I’m working on it. Not in leaps and bounds yet, but steadily, a few words at a time.
In any case, this is the very last blog post I will publish from British soil. As eager as I am to get home to see my friends and family and especially my husband, I am quite sad about this impending leave-taking. Living here hasn’t always been easy, and I’ve despaired or wondered why I chose to follow this path on occasion, but overall this year has been a raging success. Sure, I have succeeded academically (I passed all my classes anyway) but the biggest successes haven’t been so tangible. I have grown as a person, discovered new things about myself, seen new places, met wonderful new people, and developed a plan for the future. This past year has given me many gifts, and opened many new doors.
England, I’m going to miss you fiercely, but I promise to return some day.
Next week: Washington D.C.!
Thought for the Week: “Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.” William Shakespeare
Currently Reading: Cover Me by L. A. Witt