Location: London, England
Hostel: Phoenix Hostel
If you have been following this blog or if you had a look at one of my posts about Edinburgh, you might already know that I am somewhat of a big Harry Potter fan.
I have been reading the books since I was only 6 years old, and they were a big part of my life growing up. I didn’t have a disgustingly awful childhood, but it wasn’t exactly easy either. My parents got divorced when I was only a little girl, and as a result I always found it hard to bond and befriend other children because even then, I felt much older.
I read a lot as a kid, I read to escape reality and the things that made me sad in the world; and by the time I turned about 8 years old, it became pretty apparent to all the other kids that I was different, and consequently, I seemed to have the words “easy target” emblazoned across my forehead until I hit high school.
It was a bit of catch 22. I read to escape my life. The fact that I preferred the company of books to people alienated me and made me a target for bullies. However this only led to me seeking more escapism from books. It was a bit of a vicious circle.
The Harry Potter books were some of my favourite books growing up. I related to the characters, I loved the stories and I dreamed of one day getting my letter from Hogwarts. This love has continued right through to adulthood and though I don’t read the books as obsessively as I did when I was younger, I still really love them. So despite the fact that I am probably one of the few people that quite dislikes London (sorry), I did want to return just so that I could go to Warner Bros Harry Potter Studios in Leavesden.
It. Was. Amazing!
Everything my inner child could have wanted, she got. I truly did feel like a little kid again, finally physically in the world I had dreamed about for so long.
I loved seeing the Boys Dormitory, especially one Mr Ron Weasley’s bed. The Harry Potter books also got me through puberty and adolescence and I had the biggest crush on Ron Weasley for most of my childhood and early pubescence. As a hormonally driven young teenager, I had imagined (fantasised?) about this bed for quite a while, so it was about three different kinds of hilarious to finally see it in real life and not just in my imagination.
Ultimately though, getting to taste Butterbeer was pretty high on the list of highlights. It tasted not like anything I expected. It was really sweet and kind of like creaming soda, it was unusual, but awesome. Kind of like the Harry Potter books.
Finally, I was not going to leave London without seeing Platform 9¾. My excitement levels were really quite high that day, as is evident in the following photograph.
Are you a fan of Harry Potter? Would you love to visit the studios and see your childhood come to life?