By Andrew Corliss |Columnist My family has done a lot of travelling throughout my life, and with that comes a variety of odd stories I like to tell people. Though I hail from Augusta, Ga., my family moved to England in 2007 before coming back in 2015. So, that’s a good eight years of my life on British soil. My story takes place at the very end of our stay, in July of 2015.I’m certain most people in this university understand how agonizing the process of moving is, especially moving overseas. There is little joy to be found in cleaning off all your furniture, signing dozens of documents, deciding what to get rid of, and stressing about whether your belongings will arrive intact. My mom always told me that moving becomes easier the more you do it, and that statement is generally true - despite each of us having moved at least three times, we acted as if we had rocks in our shoes all day.Our fourth hotel we found ourselves lodged in was a Ripon B&B, a charming little place with a Lewis Carroll-esque model of a man with a horse for a head in the dining area. After all the aggravation we faced during our relocation, it was a pleasant change of pace. Though I can’t remember much else, I recall the experience was mostly a positive one. Mostly. The following morning, my family woke up at around 7:30 a.m. My mom and sister went downstairs to grab some breakfast, while my dad stayed behind to secure some important documents. When we reached the dining area, we were greeted by a large troupe of colorfully-clothed men in their 40s. These were Morris dancers, wearing traditional English folk-dance attire. While it was entertaining at first, the situation became uncomfortable when I realized just how many of them there were: the place was positively flooded with them, occupying every seat and then some. It was utterly surreal - they seemed to have come out of nowhere. I did not see a single one of these people beforehand, and there was absolutely no indication of their arrival. I thought I was dreaming.Given my agitated demeanor during this entire trip, my confusion quickly turned to anger since I was half-asleep and very hungry; though looking back on it I can appreciate the bizarre nature of the situation and see the humor in it. I think that’s an important aspect of life. Contact Andrew Corliss at acorliss@augusta.edu