People quiz me with enthusiasm on where I am from and why I am here in North Carolina, U.S.A.
I am asked whether I miss home; questioned on if it is different from 'here' and asked in what way it differs. Conversely, people from 'back home' ask me a similar set of questions.
If you've ever spoken to me along these lines, you will know that, for me at least, it is the little differences between both places that the most notable. It is the everyday things that have caused me heartache, humour (humor) and sometimes sheer mortification!
Hence, I thought I'd give everyone a taste of the journey and a glimpse of life, through my eyes, as I straddle two worlds on either side of The Pond; sometimes forgetting myself and where my feet are currently planted, causing a stir here and there and receiving deer in the headlights looks as a result of whatever it was that just came out of my mouth.
After almost two decades Stateside, my transition to life here is still underway. I am not quite British, not quite an American and I'm raising a Welican (a Welsh American), Needless to say, every day gets more interesting.
Before I sign off from this post, I will answer the first big question I'm usually hit with: why did I come here? I will give you the answer I once gave a dear friend of mine, David Smith, when we met. It was 'for sex'.
P.S. I can usually spell pretty well but I do make the odd smelling pistake here and there. If you see 2 spellings of words in my writing, it's because I'm placating my readers on both sides of the Atlantic. I'll probably default to the British spelling (hey, we had the language first) but no doubt, I'll get mixed up - it's part of my now misfit identity.
I am asked whether I miss home; questioned on if it is different from 'here' and asked in what way it differs. Conversely, people from 'back home' ask me a similar set of questions.
If you've ever spoken to me along these lines, you will know that, for me at least, it is the little differences between both places that the most notable. It is the everyday things that have caused me heartache, humour (humor) and sometimes sheer mortification!
Hence, I thought I'd give everyone a taste of the journey and a glimpse of life, through my eyes, as I straddle two worlds on either side of The Pond; sometimes forgetting myself and where my feet are currently planted, causing a stir here and there and receiving deer in the headlights looks as a result of whatever it was that just came out of my mouth.
After almost two decades Stateside, my transition to life here is still underway. I am not quite British, not quite an American and I'm raising a Welican (a Welsh American), Needless to say, every day gets more interesting.
Before I sign off from this post, I will answer the first big question I'm usually hit with: why did I come here? I will give you the answer I once gave a dear friend of mine, David Smith, when we met. It was 'for sex'.
P.S. I can usually spell pretty well but I do make the odd smelling pistake here and there. If you see 2 spellings of words in my writing, it's because I'm placating my readers on both sides of the Atlantic. I'll probably default to the British spelling (hey, we had the language first) but no doubt, I'll get mixed up - it's part of my now misfit identity.
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