Oxford.

Oxford.

I feel as if I could spend a lifetime discovering the reasons why it left me so enchanted. The truth is I have never been anywhere that breathes even remotely like it. It bursts with simplicity, sophistication, & art. What I love most about Oxford is that beyond its beautiful facade you can find the less tangible but more significant sense of authenticity it carries. Everything there has a purpose. Everything was built with meaning and reason. Nothing was created for tourists, and that might be the best attraction of all. It’s beautiful because it celebrates beauty, not because it tries to imitate it. The streets are winding yet small enough to be discovered. The buildings are centuries old yet somehow vibrant and bubbling with life and education. When you walk you overhear conversations about books and studies instead of gossip and trivialities. You understand the history that brought forth great thinkers like Tolkien & C.S. Lewis. Being in Oxford made me forget myself and fall in love with the reality of something far greater - the coupling of my insignificant yet significant place in history. Walking through its quaint streets left me in a state of childlike bliss; one moment frolicking in the sunshine, the next racing through the downpour of rain - smiling & laughing through every minute of it. In the midst of shire-like hills, gardens, churches, & universities - I felt like I belonged. And although my time there was brief, I can dream about myself being there again on a different journey, in a different lifetime. Completely submerged in the city, enchanted.