Well… this week did not go the way I wanted.
As you may recall from my previous post, I had two looming events, one personal – the imminent expiration of my employment authorisation – and one public – the Brexit referendum. I was stressed, but hopeful.
I am no longer hopeful.
It’s a very strange day to be a Brit living abroad. I feel a little bit like I’m free floating, waiting for someone to tell me what to do next.
The polls have just closed on the ‘Brexit’ – the referendum as to whether or not Britain should leave the European Union. My mind boggles at the fact that this vote even took place – it seems like the kind of isolationist, nationalist idea that should have died out 100 years ago. Yet as I look at politics, in Britain, Europe and here in the USA, I see more and more xenophobic, isolationist politics. That’s a more in depth conversation though, and for another time.
So I’ve been living in the USA for over two years now, and I’ve clearly neglected my writing commitment. With the husband away on business, I’d been mulling over a few things about the good old US of A that still baffle me. I’d mentally drafted a mildly amusing ‘only in America’ post that I was planning to sit down with a pot of coffee and and tease America about its silly and strange habits.
Learning the World. 