I know my future will contain every one of the deepest desires of my soul. I would love to experience the delights of all the wonderful character’s homes I have only read about in books. I know my life will consist with me traveling and living and experiencing my home. The world is my home. I feel it.
I traveled to England and Scotland the summer of 2009. As a girl who has never felt the power of love, I now know that love exists. I fell in love with the world on this trip. I fell for architecture, history and culture so much so I wanted to continue to learn about it and plan to study these subjects in college. I just remember driving from the airport into the heart of London, dead tired, headed for Canary Wharf and started crying. I felt like such an idiot. I literally just broke down. I never thought I would be in the city I fell in love with through the eyes of Jane Austen and Charlotte Bronte or because of the many movies I love. I am a tough girl to break and I was broken. I knew that moment had changed me forever.
Growing up in Metro Detroit, Michigan, I saw much of the horrors this dreaded place can bring you and knew I wanted to save people from my fate. The things I have seen are far from mentionable however, these things taught me of what my life could be, would be. It was a school trip; only thirteen students went. I only knew three of them but I met lifelong friends, people from all over the country. I was able to step inside Shakespeare’s home and birthplace. I saw where he would do his writing and where he and Anne would stay warm. I experienced the fashion and music of a British prom. Also, I got to walk the steps of the church Princess Diana was married and go on a ghost tour through Edinburgh, Scotland. I walked the ruins of Hadrian’s wall and had the delight of sharing that experience with my AP Art History class. Pictures do not do my memories justice.
I ate some of the strangest food and although it was not my favourite I am proud I tried. I vowed against eating seafood but you cannot go to London without sampling their famous Fish-n-Chips. I walked along the Queen’s hallways in Victoria and saw Wicked in Piccadilly Circuit. I walked amongst the tombs of the greatest in Westminster Abbey and performed with a street entertainer in York. I saw the beautifully maintained grass of Oxford and taught the locals of Edinburgh of the game Nose-Goes. This trip taught me that people are people; people are special, unique, wonderful and beautiful each in their own way.
I want to help people and educate them of the mysterious world we live in. I want to discover hidden secrets and unveil them to the population. I want to see what beauty means to other cultures and learn to speak in different tongues. I want to pull history out of this home and be able to share these grand accomplishments. I need to know that it is possible to succeed in a ugly world aimed at destroying each other, that someway, something will unite us. This ugly world has these hidden beauties I plan to find. This ugly world is my home; how ungrateful would I be if I did not do everything in my power to make it beautiful, caring, educated and healthy?
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