It is a generally known fact that I am rather unromantic about my PhD/being a career academic. The reasons for this are rational, true, and- I think- healthy. Yet this is not the whole story. Last week, my first week in Charlottesville, I took a run up to campus. When I run I listen to music. That evening, as I ran up The Lawn and the steps of the Rotunda- ‘Encore’- blazing in my ears, I realized several things in succession or all at once. Memory is a bitch like that; it’s hard to figure out how and why things cohere. I realized how blessed I am that at each step my education- BA, MPhil, and now PhD- I have lived and worked in truly inspiring places. Each campus has its own unique charm but they are all the same in that their specific geographies militate in favor of productive reflection. Asbury is the quintessential liberal arts college and an All American small town, Oxford is iconic in the strongest terms, and UVA is perhaps the cradle of American public education.