Belle in Britain: The Biggest Day of My Life

In 6 days, 7 hours, 7 minutes, and 54 seconds I will experience the biggest day of my life. I have wanted to go to England ever since I can remember. And soon, I will finally get to go there. I have had my bags packed for a week. All there is to do now is wait!


Who am I...and what am I doing here?

I am a student at Western Kentucky University, and I am going to England as part of the Harlaxton program. As I tell everyone, Harlaxton is a castle—no big deal. It’s actually a large manor house dating from the 1830’s, but it’s all the same to me. The University of Evansville in Indiana owns it and allows American students from several colleges to live there and study there. My dream of going to Hogwarts is about to come true.

I am writing this blog partly to see if I can and partly to let everyone back home share in my adventures in Merrie Olde England. I wish I could bring everyone with me! But I can’t....so everyone can just follow my blog instead!  Any feedback is helpful because I am totally new to blogging. I just finished a ten-week internship at The News-Democrat in Carroll County (where I grew up) and they were kind enough to let me use their website!  I’ll use this first post to share my preparations and expectations.

When will my life begin?

Packing four months (Aug. 23 to Dec. 6) into one 30” by 20” by 10” suitcase and one school backpack is tricky, let me tell ya! I found some good tips on the internet and ended up rolling everything into tight bundles and securing them with rubber bands. I was able to fit it all in with no trouble. I’ve packed and re-packed three times now. And still...I’m waiting for life to begin!

To help with my waiting, I am working on some projects designed to keep me warm this winter. England tends to be more chilly and wet, so I need to bring some good, warm clothing. I had a dilemma. I have a favorite pair of red cowgirl boots which I absolutely must take with me. And I just bought a bright pink Spyder jacket on clearance. As much as I tried as a four-year-old to convince my mom that pink and red go together perfectly...they don’t. But I came up with a solution! I crotched a scarf out of a mixture of pink and red yarn, which turned out pretty cute and totally solves my problem. I then got a little crazy and made some mittens, too. I’ve also been collecting low-cost sweaters and layered clothing. I won’t be a tacky American tourist, no siree! But I didn’t break the bank, either.

I expect that England may no longer be the mystical land of chivalry and magic that it is in my brain...but then, they will still have plenty of roads built by the Romans (the actual Romans, can you believe it!) and I think I will still be thoroughly impressed. In fact, I may just die with excitement upon landing. Hopefully there will be plenty of other Anglophiles there, who will not mind my shameless enthusiasm so much. As it is, I can barely sleep at night, because I lie awake and think about how excited I am!

Keep following my posts to read about things like Gregory Gregory, King’s Cross Station, fish and chips, The Sherriff of Nottingham, Wellington boots, London, Sherwood Forest...and who knows what else! Only 6 days, 7 hours, 6 minutes, and 54 seconds to go! ...53...52...51...