The miraculous needs be neither instantaneous nor impossible. It can instead be both long awaited and beautiful. It seems like the right time to start writing about this journey that Debs and I have embarked upon as I sit in our garage apartment in Durham NC reflecting, during a rare moment where nothing needs to be done for now, on the distance we have already come and the distance we have still to travel. We started out from Durham UK at 8 in the morning yesterday and arrived the city with the very same name some twenty hours and over 4,000 miles later, having seen the Eiffel Tower, The Empire State building and ice flows on the southern tip of Greenland. North Carolina in August feels, to us English folk, like a hot bath. But every building is fitted with air conditioning so going indoors feels like going outdoors would back home. The preparation to get to this point has been complex and somewhat stressful but for this moment at least it feels like we’re on holiday. Next comes the journey of learning in many ways and about many things. It certainly feels like a miracle that we have made it this far.
Pete B
You know you’re in America when...
(No.1) your Sunday roast fits in the door of your fridge
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