After 15 years in the UK, I have decided to head back to the country of my birth, the United States. I left London in much the same way I left California – with two large suitcases, rather clueless, and slightly panicking about what I was letting myself in for. This time, though, I was also lugging two small children with me, who made the journey a tad more tiring and daunting, both physically and psychologically. That’s a tactful British way of saying that the plane ride was about as horrific as it could get and I couldn’t even indulge in a miniature bottle of wine for fear that I would pass out, and the kids would seize the moment to hijack the plane.
Back in the family home (not my own, but the Parents’), this is a journal about what happens when you find yourself at a certain age, doing something you never imagined, and in a country that feels both familiar and alien.
If you want to know why the ambiguous title of ‘The Coffee Table Years’, read my first post.
I returned to the UK in July 2012. It was a mixture of resignation and inevitability. So the blog has slightly shifted focus – I often write about my life in London. I am no longer living in my parents’ house, but I am still eating off a coffee table.