ryanmichael-s:

one time at the castle it snowed and the moat froze over and sunset and THINGS

how did i miss this when you first posted it
just
gosh

ryanmichael-s:

one time at the castle it snowed and the moat froze over and sunset and THINGS

how did i miss this when you first posted it

just

gosh


keepcalmandkasteelon:

The view from my room! 

ryan lives in my old room at kasteel well and every time i think about that fact i get happy and wistful but mostly happy.

keepcalmandkasteelon:

The view from my room! 

ryan lives in my old room at kasteel well and every time i think about that fact i get happy and wistful but mostly happy.

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so, like. four years ago today i came back from studying abroad at kasteel well, the netherlands.

and i’ve posted about this before so excuse the tl;dr-ness of this but i am sort of flabbergasted at the idea that four years have passed since the most magical time i have ever had. because it feels at once as though it was yesterday and at the same time almost as if it happened to some other person who lived some other life. there is a bench on the grounds of the castle that some group of kids long before my time painted over, and a line written across the front of it reads, “travel above all was a test of memory.

it’s been four years, so the immediacy has passed, and to say “i miss it” wouldn’t exactly be correct, because it’s not like i wake up every day and ache about it. but my memories of the hundred days i spent as an incredibly lucky nineteen year old kid living in a castle and stumbling my way through western europe without the burden of Life on my shoulders are still clear and fresh and vivid and colorful.

& of course, as much as i have returned a changed person and someone who made the best decision of his life when he said, “yeah, I’m going to the castle,” a little part of me will always be that kid who danced with abandon to miley’s see you again on top of a table in a tiny bar on a foreign continent where he only knew 80 people and was reckless and carefree and stupid and learned so much about everything and nothing, but all of it was important.

because let’s face it. that kid was really awesome. cheers, y’all. dank u wel.


i left a small piece of my heart in bruges, belgium, and i will never get it back.
our trip to bruges was the first weekend trip we took when we went to the castle, and so it was the first real foreign city outside of well i’d ever been to, and i fell the most in love with it. the intoxication of entering a new city is something you never get tired of, and i can’t even articulate exactly why bruges was so magical, but here’s a snippet i pulled from my castle blog circa january 2008 that will give you a sense of where my mind was:
“The only home I’ve ever known is miles across an ocean. Pavement of gray stone in arches, a waterfall of twinkling lights, and the streets of an unfamiliar city at night. I couldn’t be happier.”
i was super sentimental, but hey. you would have been too.

i left a small piece of my heart in bruges, belgium, and i will never get it back.

our trip to bruges was the first weekend trip we took when we went to the castle, and so it was the first real foreign city outside of well i’d ever been to, and i fell the most in love with it. the intoxication of entering a new city is something you never get tired of, and i can’t even articulate exactly why bruges was so magical, but here’s a snippet i pulled from my castle blog circa january 2008 that will give you a sense of where my mind was:

The only home I’ve ever known is miles across an ocean. Pavement of gray stone in arches, a waterfall of twinkling lights, and the streets of an unfamiliar city at night. I couldn’t be happier.”

i was super sentimental, but hey. you would have been too.


the kasteel well program was just ranked as one of the top 10 study abroad programs. it’s hard to believe that it’s been almost four years since i spent the best four months of my life living in this castle in the netherlands.  

so, uh, dank u wel, emerson.