Drive Me Wild, Baby
The first thing I'm going to do when I get home is drive out to Iowa and visit my grandparents. There is nothing better than spending a sunny day going 80 on some backwoods country road with good music (or possibly really fabulous nineties country) blaring. My god do I miss driving. I feel like I'm going to crawl out of my skin if I can't do it some time soon. And I suppose I could figure out how to rent a car here and go for a ride, but that doesn't work on two levels: one, I'd probably kill someone before I got used to driving on the other side of the road and, two, the English countryside, while absolutely lovely, is not what I'm craving. It's far too quaint for my tastes right now, so even assuming I didn't kill anyone leaving Oxford, I would never be sated by driving here.
Oddly enough, this overwhelming urge to go driving was accompanied by one of those moments where I look around me and go, "Holy shit, I'm in England!" I was sitting in the English Faculty Library--of all places--when I looked out the window and just let the fact that I'm in England at Oxford wash over me. It's a great feeling. I actually think that it might have something to do with the urge to go driving. I love to drive in general, but my desire to drive is usually strongest when I'm really, really happy or really angry. I'm sittng here smiling like an idiot, so I'm guessing it's the former.
Oddly enough, this overwhelming urge to go driving was accompanied by one of those moments where I look around me and go, "Holy shit, I'm in England!" I was sitting in the English Faculty Library--of all places--when I looked out the window and just let the fact that I'm in England at Oxford wash over me. It's a great feeling. I actually think that it might have something to do with the urge to go driving. I love to drive in general, but my desire to drive is usually strongest when I'm really, really happy or really angry. I'm sittng here smiling like an idiot, so I'm guessing it's the former.