England Bound

I've always had this nagging feeling that I haven't been in the right place. I have always lived in the city- grown up around cars, sky scrappers, and gas guzzlers. When I was younger my father would take me and the rest of the family to my Godfather's ranch. It really was it. It was out in the open, with life, and air. It was full of horses, pecans, and hay. (So that might not sound amazing to you, but when your a child who lives for adventure and feels closed off in a city with too many walls, and blinding lights, you long to be in the soft glow of the stars, and having your day planned to the punch the freedom of going to the ranch is cool air filling your lungs.) 

When I was out there, I loved to explore. I was a very wired kid so the first couple of trips it took me a while to figure out that, I wouldn't be waking up and watching Scooby Doo. I remember wanting to just ride my horse into the mountains and explore all day. I just wanted to look at everything, and find places that no one had seen before. I wanted get lost in the country. Unfortunately when we would leave I would be thrust into a happy life of sign posts again, where you couldn't get lost if you tried (or at least I couldn't). 

My father grew up in England. His mother was born there, and then when he was in his teens they moved over here to Alabama. (Why they picked Alabama, I don't know.) So every now and then my father would take me over to England to visit my family there and get to know them. I was so excited to go to England. It is one of my favorite places. My cousins and I would ride are bikes up and down the streets, and I could get lost just following the horizon. 

I think I felt more comfortable searching the country inside the island of England, then I do speeding the familiar streets of my 'homeland'. 

Junior year I plan to go for a year long study in England. I guess it is me kind of testing my British legs. I will be able to see if that really is the place for me.