I've never really tried to hide the fact that there is a deep nerdiness living inside of me. I'm easily amused, completely nostalgic, and I just enjoy life and laughing, especially at myself. Thankfully I live in a family that embraces and shares a bit of that zest as well.
I spent a week in Orlando, Florida with my parents and brother recently. When the plans were made several months ago I made the statement that I could not go to Orlando and not visit The Wizarding World of Harry Potter. I was even willing to walk if it came to that. They didn't take much persuading, but when I mentioned that I also wanted to wear my Hogwarts robes, the line was drawn in the sand.
I was able to maintain a bit of dignity walking the streets of Hogsmeade, but inside I felt like a kid who finally got their letter from Hogwarts. The attraction was UNBELIEVABLE, the Butterbeer was DELICIOUS, and the company was EXCEPTIONAL. Not bad for another literary field trip checked off my list (because let's face it, this is as close to Hogwarts as I'm ever going to get!)