I’ve been an anglophile for as long as I can remember. It may have all started with a book my grandmother gave me about life in the medieval castle when I was five or six, but maybe it started even earlier than that at some time before memory when I first saw Mary Poppins and Bedknobs & Broomsticks and was enchanted by this place that seemed to be dominated by quirky, magical mother figures.
I dreamt of visiting throughout my teens and the day finally came when I was 20 and studied at Advanced Studies in England in Bath. I attended their summer programme which lasted five weeks – clearly not enough time, especially since I spent so much of that time in study. So, two years later, I applied for their graduate internship, and, after graduation from Denison, moved back to Bath for an entire year.
That year was a transformative one. My first job out of college and I got to work in England as part of a delightfully sharp-witted staff, where I wrote a newsletter for the students and chaperoned their weekend trips all over the UK. I have never had nor never will have another job that was so perfectly suited to my passions or disposition.
For that reason, I feel as much at home in England as I do in my native Midwest, USofA, and though I say England, I suppose I really mean Bath. After my initial summer experience 17 years ago and my year here in 2000-2001, I’ve come back to visit five times already, which averages to once every three years – and that doesn’t feel like enough.
That was what motivated me to look for study-abroad/professional-development opportunities in the UK, actually, and as soon as I saw the Teaching Shakespeare Through Performance programme listed on the Globe Theatre’s website, I got goosebumps: “That’s it!! That is the perfect programme for me!!” It will finally give me the chance to know London as a resident, even if the time is brief. I’ve only passed through London here and there as a tourist; although I can’t imagine it will win my heart the way Bath has, I’m hoping it will also begin to feel like another of my home bases.
It’s funny. I’ve been reading a lot about the Plantagenets in preparation for this trip, and it’s remarkable how much ground those kings and queens covered as they traveled through their realms. “Home” was never a single castle or palace, but one of the many they owned throughout their kingdom which crossed the Channel and included most of western France. For me, home is Cincinnati/Northern Kentucky and the rest of Ohio; New York, New Jersey and Connecticut; and Southwestern England. I own no castles (nor any property at all!) in any of these places, but I own a lifetime of experiences and memories that keep drawing me back to the same haunts and folks again and again, to revisit what was and who we were, and to keep the new experiences coming.
It’s good to be home.