It's been two weeks since I left. It has to have been. No, it's been five days. I can't say I'll ever understand the length of time. When I stepped off that coach five days ago, exhausted from traveling and anxious to see my new home, I instantly warped to a time zone where each minute was an hour, each hour a day. It's been five days since I arrived at Capernwray Hall, but so many more in adventures.
So I live in a castle. A full-out, stone-walled, wall-papered, decorative-ceiling castle. The place is incredible. It's also very clean, the one advantage to having chores every day. We have a separate dining hall, and a conference center where lectures are held. At first, it is difficult to navigate the twisting hallways and random staircases, but by this point, I've got it pretty well underway. Though I've had ample time for it to sink in I still look at the exterior of my home from time to time and think, "Wow, I live in a flippin' castle!"
I already have the greatest friends. Everyone here is friendly and open, there's never a fear when you plop down next to someone new, or ask someone his/her name for the seventh time. The vibes are great here :) We have lectures six times a day... yes, six. It's a lot of note-taking and after getting five and a half hours of sleep it seems even longer, but the information is great. The schedule is sinking in here and soon, I believe, most everyone will be comfortable living and working like this is their real home.
For now that's enough, after all, fifteen hours have past since I started writing this post! ;) Toodles 'til next time.
