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I think one of the things I find very surreal about living in the UK is that I can go places I've read about, studied, or in some other way have seemed unreal to me. Places that have just existed for me in abstract concepts actually exist here.

For example, the other day I was playing Civ III (or II or something), and built the city of York, and then spent the rest of the day giggling because I had been to York.

I think the fact that I've been really ill the past few days may have had some influence on that.

Part of that being ill involves rereading a lot of my favorite books, and that's always fun, too. Rereading my copy of Sunne in Splendour, and getting to the part where the heads of Richard, Duke of York, and his son Edmund are placed up on Micklegate Bar... and I've walked through that bar, and it all becomes so much more real.

I keep meaning to write up a long post about the Museum Gardens in York, but that involves going through all my photos again, and I've been too tired to do anything of the sort. All I've been doing for the past four days is sleeping and drinking juice.


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