I’ve been free for a while now. Free from the alarm. Free from the commute. Free from the meetings that could have been emails, the emails that should have been nothing, the relentless performance of being productive for someone else’s bottom line. And I want to write something honest about it. Not the version I’d put on camera. The real one. Because freedom, it turns out, is complicated. Finding myself again — slowly The first thing I noticed was that I didn’t know what I ac

I still haven’t called. I’ve been trying to figure out why.

It's the end of May here in the United Kingdom. The evenings are getting longer, that particular British gold light that stretches past 9pm like it's trying to convince you summer is real and permanent. And somewhere in the back of my head, I'm aware that back home, Memorial Day just passed. That somebody grilled something. That somebody drove somewhere. That people I used to know went about the whole ritual of it without me.

It's not the big holidays that catch you off guard when you live abroad. It's the specific ones. The ones with a smell to them.

Then I moved here. And I genuinely did not know there was a UK general election happening until someone mentioned it in passing. I'd gotten a couple of flyers through the letterbox (yes, I've learned the word). That was it!

After our livestream on Tuesday, I realized I’m still very much wrapping my head around this whole “living under a monarchy” situation. And then King Charles casually shows up in the US this week and suddenly this is my entire personality. I’m Googling lineage charts. I’m saying things like “soft power” out loud. I’m becoming… that American. So let’s talk about the five things that shocked me most about the British monarchy this week — sprinkled with a few moments where I, a

While it may seem trivial, queuing can be a significant aspect of social interaction. Understanding its importance can enhance your experience in the UK.

I didn’t move to the UK to become someone else. But somewhere along the way… I became a version of myself I didn’t even know I needed.

Since living in the UK, I’ve found myself re-examining parts of my upbringing that I never questioned before, especially my education. Not because it was “bad,” but because so many of the assumptions baked into it simply don’t survive contact with the wider world.

An American living in the UK reflects on trust, power, and the moment belief finally breaks

Revolutions are not single events with clear beginnings and endings. They are long processes built over time. History shows how pressure, not moments, drives revolutionary change.

There’s something quietly tender about the whole ritual.It’s not about being grumpy.It’s about being human—together. Because beneath every British moan is a tiny message:

It’s not quite humility, not quite insecurity. It’s something more intricate — a kind of social aikido, a preemptive strike of modesty before anyone dares to call you confident.

My introduction to British eccentric festivals was via the infamous Cooper’s Hill Cheese-Rolling. Imagine hundreds of people hurtling down a steep hill, chasing a wheel of Double Gloucester cheese. People tumble, bounce, and occasionally fly through the air—all for the glory of catching—or at least surviving—the cheese. I’ll admit it: my first reaction was to laugh, then gasp, then question my own sanity for living somewhere this wild.

As an American living in the UK, I thought wigs were something you’d only see in history books, costume dramas, or maybe at Halloween parties. But then I discovered that here in Britain, wigs aren’t just relics of the past—they’re still very much alive. Yes, in the year 2025, there are people who put on white wigs as part of their job. Not actors, not re-enactors… but judges, barristers, and even members of Parliament during certain ceremonial events.

British life is full of small traditions and quirks that don’t always make sense at first—tea breaks, queuing etiquette, calling cookies “biscuits.” But football chants? They’re a reminder that, here, sport isn’t just a game. It’s community. It’s culture.

Every November, Brits gather to celebrate the fact that a man named Guy Fawkes failed to blow up Parliament in 1605. How do they mark this historic non-event? By burning his effigy on a massive bonfire while eating toffee apples and cheering. Yes, really.

Honestly, some of them sound like they were made up after a few too many pints, others are so charming you want to move there just for the postcode, and then there are those that make you go, hang on, how do you even pronounce that?

Who knew there were more accents than just posh and cockney?

British food is a whole different beast—and I mean that in the most lovingly confused way possible. If you're an American expat in the UK or just a curious traveler wondering what the heck a "buttie" is, buckle up. We're going on a culinary rollercoaster that includes mushy peas, curry sauce, and something called haggis (which I still suspect might be a prank).