As you will have seen from my recent activity on this site, (or lack thereof), I haven't been writing at all. Considering this is the main road I want to go down, career wise, this doesn't seem very, well, wise! To me, writing is an escape. It's reserved for when I'm feeling tired, angry, jealous, sad, I'm sure you get the picture. It's for when I want things to all just slow down and be quiet for a bit. So instead of feeling bad about not having written in a while, I actually feel pretty good about it; it just means I've been coping well for the summer, and actually been really happy. I thought it would be nice, as I shortly return back to school, to recount some of the happiness rather than depressing your brains out, as I so often try to do. Here are some of the best experiences of this season, written (hopefully) more eloquently than this introduction was written.
It's standing amongst the thousands, eyes already pricking with that familiar sting.
It's a day spent laughing and cheering and running around like a crazy person. Spent chatting to new people, spent swapping stories with them.
Being content, being free.
It's looking up at that oh-so famous castle, and realising that this is a moment like no other. Hearing the countless theme songs you know off by heart, and aching to stay in the moment forever.
It's never wanting to fly home.
It's rushing through you, the magic of the place. The countless smiling people and the smell of sticky candyfloss and the tears rolling down your face.
All of the responsibilities, expectations and pressures you have on you, they don't seem real. Reality itself, slips away. For a moment, you are allowing yourself to feel like a child again, even though that is what you are; a child. It doesn't feel like it anymore. But in that moment, it's clear.
It's you, being a child again, and it's bloody brilliant.
It's going to see people you haven't seen for ages. Your visits are few and far between, but that doesn't make them any less perfect.
It's being reminded of their happiness, despite their tribulations. It's seeing how strong they are, how lucky you are to know them.
It's watching them consume unhealthy amounts of alcohol, and laughing your arse off at their dancing. It's about learning to let yourself go, and just enjoy the scene playing out in front of you.
Lord knows, there were some funny scenes.
It's smiling more than you have in ages, it's awesome.
You remember your last visit. You're enjoying the scenes, and now you can learn how to enjoy the whole show. You love that you get to be in the audience in the first place.
It's the seemingly never ending stream of Duran Duran, the smell of the burgers probably burning on the barbecue.
You notice that the music has long faded, and everyone is laughing. It's bliss.
And as George Michael serenades you in the background, you realise: