Derby – here I come.

For those who don’t know yet: I’m planning a trip to Derby, to see one of my favourite bands, LostAlone, play in their Hometown. It’s gonna be great cause there’s gonna be a meetup with all the board people before the gig and afterwards the venue is gonna turn into a club. I’m so excited about that trip! But surprisingly, not only because of LostAlone. While I was planning my trip I stumbled across this beautiful House, Chatsworth House, near Derby and, being in the middle of reading Pride & Prejudice, I immediately thought of Pemberley, the grand, luxurious House of Mr. Darcy. Well... it turned out that scenes of the Film with Keira Knightley as Elizabeth Bennett were in fact shot there and that it was most probable that Jane Austen actually thought of Chatsworth House while writing of Pemberley.

And so... after very long hours of planning and finding maps and timetables, I finally got it together. I’m gonna go to Chatsworth House! I seriously don’t know how I’ll manage to stay awake, as I have to get the bus at ten to eight in the fucking morning (no joke) and my way there and back will take approximately about two hours and considering the fact that I’m sure as hell gonna stay in the club after the gig you can only imagine how much sleep I’ll get and most of all: How fucking exhausted I’ll be even before going. But I know that its stunning beauty and grandeur will not only keep me awake, but take me onto a wonderful journey to past centuries and forgotten stories.
I’m only gonna be able to be there for 4 1/2 hours but I don’t care – I don’t care if I only were there for 10 minutes, or if it was at the end of the world – I just have to see it.

Don’t ask me why I’m so obsessed with castles and houses and all sorts of stuff of that kind. Maybe it’s because it’s perfect material for getting lost in one of my many daydreams or maybe it’s just the simple thought of what stories may have happened in those walls, what people may have lived there long before our time – what tragedies, what romances must have happened there! that absolutely fascinates me in every possible way.

I don’t know what it is, and to be honest, I’m fine with not knowing. All I know is that I want to go there and that I’m actually really going there.

42 days to go.

Derby here I come.

Chatsworth House here I come.

Mr Darcy, here I come...

I must finish my blog entry now as I am perturbated by a dream I had, which made me feel absolutely terrible... I must write a letter to a very dear friend of mine.

With Pemberley in mind, I leave you.
Much love,
Toni
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