Climb to the top of the Wimbledon Common Windmill to get a taste of the countryside in this wooded green not far from the heart of London. It’s been 663 days since I’ve set foot in Kansas, and most days, I’m not counting. But when I need a little dose of prairie, London can sometimes fix me up. For all of the city’s hustle and bustle, London has these pockets and patches …
There’s no place like home, except when home can’t be tied down to one place. Two years ago this month, I moved to London. I had been living in Germany for the best part of the year before that, and now I was flying back to Europe after a short two-week break at home in the US. I didn’t know how long I was going to be in London. In …
“I hope you have a good birthday, but it’s time for you to come home now.” It’s been 960 days since I moved away, and it was only supposed to be 365. My family’s thoughts about this time difference have gotten significantly less subtle in the last 100. It was only supposed to be one country, one visa. Then it was two countries. And it will be four visas by the …