How strange it is to be anything at all.

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We’ve been living in the UK for a whole year now. We flew out of Seattle with four checked bags on October 20, 2008. In our back garden here, there are old English oak trees that I’ve now see fully bloom and seed. They seem ancient and are even dotted with little acorns like you might see a cartoon squirrel cradle. But I don’t think our roots here will ever grow as deep as those bad boys. It feels like things are on hold while we live an adventure we barely could’ve dreamed a year and a half ago. But it’s home, for now, because it is a place where we are together. And in this year alone, it feels we’ve lived a quick lifetime.I remember when we first arrived and we lived in the tiniest apartment imaginable in Notting Hill. We spent a week visiting all of the free museums (my favourite of which is the National Portrait Gallery) and browsing street markets in Camden and Portobello Road. We’ve walked through Edinburgh in the freezing rain. Been utterly lost between lemon and cork groves and cattle fields in Portugal. Seen what the Europeans of the 1500s believed was the edge of the Earth. Celebrated our first anniversary in Lisbon. Road-tripped it to the moors in Northern England and back in one weekend. Drank whisky in Dublin. Toured our visiting parents through sheep fields near Bath and Stonehenge. Spent an unseemly warm Easter in Paris. Watched Brits injure themselves chasing cheese down a massive hill in Gloucestershire. Stuffed ourselves with olives and feta on my birthday in Athens. Been awkwardly relaxed on a nude beach in Menorca. Hiked through Wales in what was possibly the most enjoyable weekend of our dog’s life. Jetted off to New York for a weekend in June after eight long months away from the US. Took the Eurostar under the chunnel to Belgium for the August bank holiday weekend. There have been times when I’ve missed Seattle immensely. Missed burritos and football. Missed my family. Missed right-side driving. And knowing where I was going.But I regret nothing. I feel so lucky to be able to experience this with the person I love. Every day is a new adventure. And for now, I am exactly where I want to be.

We’ve been living in the UK for a whole year now. We flew out of Seattle with four checked bags on October 20, 2008. 
In our back garden here, there are old English oak trees that I’ve now see fully bloom and seed. They seem ancient and are even dotted with little acorns like you might see a cartoon squirrel cradle. But I don’t think our roots here will ever grow as deep as those bad boys. It feels like things are on hold while we live an adventure we barely could’ve dreamed a year and a half ago. But it’s home, for now, because it is a place where we are together. And in this year alone, it feels we’ve lived a quick lifetime.
I remember when we first arrived and we lived in the tiniest apartment imaginable in Notting Hill. We spent a week visiting all of the free museums (my favourite of which is the National Portrait Gallery) and browsing street markets in Camden and Portobello Road. 
We’ve walked through Edinburgh in the freezing rain. Been utterly lost between lemon and cork groves and cattle fields in Portugal. Seen what the Europeans of the 1500s believed was the edge of the Earth. Celebrated our first anniversary in Lisbon. Road-tripped it to the moors in Northern England and back in one weekend. Drank whisky in Dublin. Toured our visiting parents through sheep fields near Bath and Stonehenge. Spent an unseemly warm Easter in Paris. Watched Brits injure themselves chasing cheese down a massive hill in Gloucestershire. Stuffed ourselves with olives and feta on my birthday in Athens. Been awkwardly relaxed on a nude beach in Menorca. Hiked through Wales in what was possibly the most enjoyable weekend of our dog’s life. Jetted off to New York for a weekend in June after eight long months away from the US. Took the Eurostar under the chunnel to Belgium for the August bank holiday weekend.
There have been times when I’ve missed Seattle immensely. Missed burritos and football. Missed my family. Missed right-side driving. And knowing where I was going.
But I regret nothing. I feel so lucky to be able to experience this with the person I love. Every day is a new adventure. And for now, I am exactly where I want to be.
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