I was born in America, but my family moved to Europe when I was very young. My dad had been offered a job at Translation Company London and it was an offer that he could not pass up. I don’t blame him for taking the job and I know that we had a lot of things because of it, but I knew that someday, when I was old enough, I would move back to America.

When it came time to go to college, I knew that I would be applying to schools in America, as it had always been my dream to go back. I knew it would also give me a chance to get to know my grandparents and other relatives. I had only seen my grandparents three times in the fifteen years since we had come to Europe.

It was a great experience, but as the grass is always greener on the other side, I missed home. I did my four years of college and then I went back home to England.