There are a few things in this world that I am so passionate about, that I find it hard to talk about them to other people. I feel like I can't express how much I love something or how much it's a part of me. So I like to talk about those things, but at the same time I don't, because I feel like people don't understand.
Harry Potter is one of them. This was a complete dream come true. And I can't find the right words to tell you how I felt when I was there.
I would also like to say this:
I cry like once a year. It's a pretty big deal if I can get a couple of tears out.
Here was my very first view of Hogsmeade:
I began to weep.
Seriously. Tears were streaming down my face. Every time I saw something new, I would just lose it. Seeing this place come to life was unreal. Unreal, I tell you. I got so emotional.
Kind of embarrassing really; I couldn't talk because I was crying for the first few hours we were there.
My expectations for this place were incredibly high,
but this was even better than I imagined it would be.