Hello, New York

Three months to the day since my last post, I figured I have some explaining to do.

Three months ago I accepted a full-time writer/editor position in New York City, and two months ago my wife and I made the move over from the Bay Area. It was an odd reality to be leaving San Francisco, the city in which my wife and I married and, five years earlier, I first stepped foot in the United States. We knew it was something we wanted to do—to make it on our own—but all the same.

Arriving in the depths of winter and renting a temporary apartment for a month so we could look for a place of our own once we settled in, we often joked that the lyrics “If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere,” described our situation well—and we weren’t sure if we were going to make it.

We were, of course, just being dramatic.

Being British, and in turn having grown up in Britain, feeling bursts of homesickness for California has been an odd sensation. Still, we moved into our current apartment just over a month ago and are extremely excited to be here. (Our boxes arrived last week. You can’t put a price on home comforts.)

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