My British rebirth
I was reborn last week on the other side of the Atlantic. I've traveled before, even to London, but I have never lived outside of America. And I have moved before, even across the country, but never this far and this suddenly. I feel almost as though the yesterdays only go back to this past Wednesday, when I stepped off the plane – short on sleep, unclear on the hour – and found this new world a blooming, buzzing confusion demanding to be understood. If I were a bit younger,