A year ago

A year ago today I was preparing to go on my epic road trip. At this point, reservations were made, destinations decided, and the countdown had begun. Now my focus turned to getting ahead in school so I could leave the classwork at home for the week.

I spent my days pushing my love for reading to its very limits. Polishing off the stories, Jane Eyre, Frankenstein, Wuthering Heights, Rebecca, Sherlock Holmes and the Hound of the Baskervilles, and more. Four-hundred pages polished off in two days then followed with an essay discussing the book. It was an amazing journey through the pages of these books. As part of me wished dimly to be able to participate in National Novel Writing Month, the thought formed and then vanished as quickly as it formed as I traveled across the moors in Sherlock Holmes. I traveled the countryside with Jane Eyre as she searched for a new home. I tip toed through the halls with the woman who learned about the despicable Rebecca and followed Victor Frankenstein around the countryside as he chased down the monster he created. As I prepared for my journey across Northern California, I traveled in my head following the stories of the characters I grew to love, enjoy, or despise (Victor, I'm looking at you, you spineless weenie).  It was a journey I loved taking and cannot wait until I have more free time. Perhaps, I'll make a visit back to see Jane Eyre again, slower this time, more enjoyable to soak in all the amazing details brought to the pages by Charlotte Bronte.