Having my father come to see me was enjoyable and the evening passed very quickly. We had a wonderful dish of meat
and mushrooms for dinner and I ate until I was too full to do much more than
lounge around and groan at how full I was. There was no way I was venturing out
for a walk. To finish the evening off I talked late into the evening with my
roommate.
Whenever my family visits I am
always reminded of my home and the life I spent nearly two decades building. It
is so hard to step away from everything I have ever known, and part of me
wonders if I was ever meant to leave home. I quite like how the culture of the
hobbits functions, generations of families living in the same town and rarely
venturing far from home. That said, I have found that I tend to romanticize Tolkien’s world in a bid to
escape from my own modern travesty. Though the years though, I have come to recognize that any
life has its virtues and vices, its advantages and drawbacks, its simple
pleasures and times of sorrow. That would be the same for my life and for the
life of a hobbit. I try to remind myself of this as I sit here and long for the
simple life of a hobbit in light of my father’s visit. I have been blessed with
a good life here at school and a marvelous opportunity to learn. So for the
moment I recognize that Middle Earth is far beyond my grasp, and as much as I
wish for home and the life I led there with my family, there is an incredible
opportunity out there for me in the world of academia. So far know I remain a
hobbit at heart in the modern world, venturing far from home and into a life foreign to
me that I have the honour of exploring.
The Road Goes Ever On and On,
~ Daisy Buttons