At a party this week, a New Yorker asked me a fairly common question. “Where are you from?”
“The UK,” I replied.
“Yes, it was worth my asking. 126 more words
I love accents.
Tonight, walking home from an incredible sprint to the train station, which was through the ridiculously cold weather (causing my throat, all the way down into my chest, to burn most of the way back home), in order for a friend to catch the last train home for the night, I called up a different friend of mine, just to check in and say a ten-minute “Hello.”317 more words