I love the word “nerd”. If you ignore the pejorative connotations, it’s the cutest word. And, for me, it’s the doorway into a world of treasures, a secret club to which only the nerdy have keys.
Being a nerd, book worm, dork, brainiac, etc, is a lot like a fine wine: it gets better with age. When you’re in grade school, being the smart kid can make you a social pariah, only useful to the cool kids if you let them cheat off your tests (you’re welcome, Edmund). But as you get older, the stigma fades and even flips around: it’s good to be a nerd.
It certainly makes travelling in England that much richer. In the way that some people get star struck by celebrities, exploring the gardens in Oxford where Charles Dodgson (Lewis Carroll) met Alice Liddell, finding the lamp post from the Chronicles of Narnia, and seeing a production of Julius Casear in Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre in London gave me a nerd-high.