Are we British?

documenting our UK adventure

I have been in love with England all my life. I blame literature… and my mother… for most of my issues but especially for this. When I...

Sweat was running down my back as I held my ten year old’s sticky hand and dragged him along the crowded airport corridor. Occasionally...

Four years ago we arrived in the UK, excited, exhausted, and naive. It was a big enough culture shock that it took longer for us to...

6:00 am- Mr. K starts making noise, the sun is shining, I have no idea what time it is. I check my phone and go back to sleep. 7:00 am-...

Day 7 of Lockdown Planning an international move during a pandemic was not something I ever hoped for. Yet here we are. Who knows when we...

"He is running the wrong way!" "(crackling) What? Can you see him?" "HE IS RUNNING THE WRONG WAY!!" Thus began one of the most stressful...

January is my favourite month. My partner said that I should not tell people this, but I do not often follow instruction and I tell...

As we embark on our last Christmas in the UK, I cannot help but reflect upon our first. We were so tired and overwhelmed and our children...

A sun drenched Sunday morning in autumn is a glorious thing. The air somehow smells both crisp and earthy. It's the kind of day that you...

“Every time you make soup it gets better.” This is the type of backhanded compliment my children give me. I have been making a crockpot...