adventure

I felt like I was at the very peak of the world this past Sunday.

What a weekend. A well-rounded drunken, traveled, associating weekend.

So I just moved to Washington State about two and a half months ago, and i've kind of been talking to this guy. I kind of wanted to spend Valentine's Day with him but he worked. I knew he worked in a casino, and he always leaves his car unlocked because he has no key, so I wanted to leave him a little surprise. Little did I know that there are a ton of casinos in the Tacoma area.

Ever since I was little, I have always loved traveling. When I was born, my parents were traveling all around the United States in a green "hippie" van while raising support to go to Hong Kong as missionaries. Therefore, my travels began in my car seat and I guess you could say that since then, I have infected a lifelong illness called the "traveling bug".

Two summers ago I traveled on a Greyhound bus.  It was an interesting experience that taught me quite a bit about my world, other people, and trusting myself.  It began at three in the morning, on a different bus than I had bought tickets for, and with my mother anxiously asking if I was sure I knew what I was doing.

There are some questions to this whole Harry Potter jive.

First, what makes Harry Potter so popular?

It is not like the world hasn't read things about magic. There has been many books, theories, and even religions based on magic. What is so spectacular about some world of magic?