I’m rocking slowly in the rocking chair, with my sick baby asleep on my chest. I’m watching the world go by out of her window. American suburbia is just how it is in the movies.
We live in a cute quiet neighbourhood. There’s the pride of ownership everywhere. Everyone is friendly. It’s early but some kids are riding bikes and chasing a red ball in the street. They seem content.
Every now and again I see a car turning into our street and I feel frantic about whether they’re driving on the wrong side of the road. I try so hard to remember which country I’m in, and after a moment, my mind sorts itself out and my heart rate calms down.
America is being really good to us. We are grateful for the opportunities that we have been given. We are at home here.