I am sitting in my office shed, cut off from the house by a driving rain. The misery and boredom of the English winter is, I have to admit, beginning to get to me. I spent January talking about the days getting longer, and used up all my optimism. For the last 10 minutes I've been scrolling through the website of my American home town newspaper, which is full of pictures of the recent snowfall over a foot, with more predicted in the coming days. Extreme weather has a tendency to make me homesick I hate to miss a hurricane.
That was the mindset I had when I decided to take a job opportunity in Pittsburgh and live alone for the first time, shortly after graduating from Syracuse University. Although I'm used to pushing myself outside my comfort zone - I moved halfway across the country for college and studied abroad alone - this move felt different. My friends were supportive, saying that if anyone could move and start over, it'd be me,