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November 5, 2023 was the last day we were in England as a family before moving back to the US. What a year it has been. In the last twelve months we’ve moved continents, graduated high school, bought a house, moved to a new state, changed jobs twice, and adopted another cat. And then, on November 5, 2024, America decided to buy a ticket for the Trump Rodeo, round 2.

“Do you miss London?” people ask me. Yes. Regularly, especially when I see a Tottenham or Brentford match and think “I could have been at that one.” Also when chatting with friends and thinking “we should nip out to the pub.” Also when America elects a guy who talks about his political rivals getting shot. But at the same time, all the very good family, job, and education-related reasons that compelled us to come back are still true.

The eldest child was able to finish her senior year of high school in the US at the school where she started kindergarten all those years ago. That included senior photos, senior prom, and graduation. The younger child was able to play on the high school soccer team and get involved in ice skating, a sport she’s come to love. I don’t know that the education is better here vs there. The way the kids describe it, it’s less stressful here. You have more freedom to choose interesting classes here and to pivot if you realize you don’t enjoy what you’re studying. Classes are overall more structured in England, and extra-curriculars are more varied in America. I’d say that education for our corner of England up to about 9th grade is probably stronger, but the pressure on kids in 10th and 12th grade is much higher than it is here.

The house and new state go hand in hand. We’ve settled in the Kansas City suburbs. We bought a lovely house in a lovely neighborhood, but we miss being able to walk down to Twickenham High Street to swing by the fruit stall and the butcher. I miss catching a train home after a football match and a pint or four. We recently went to the Nelson Atkins Museum, and it was super nice, but we couldn’t help compare it to the museums in London and say things like “well, the Brits stole way better artifacts from Egypt,” or “the impressionist exhibit at the Tate Modern was so much bigger.” Actually the second sentence is a lie. The Impressionist exhibit at Nelson Atkins was super legit. Big up, KC.

What is undeniably better about living in an American suburb is the space and the “niceness.” Our house is not 140 years old like our first place in London was. It doesn’t have a mildew problem. It’s twice the size of the London house. It has a yard! It cost us less than half as much as buying in London would have. And we’re 3-4 hours of driving to see family, not 18 hours of taxis and flights. (We’re even about 20 minutes from one of my cousins.)

I managed to get out to Kansas Motor Speedway with said cousin and take in a race. It was an experience. I’m not in a rush to get back, but I enjoyed the day out and would consider going again. It helps to have someone who is very knowledgeable about the sport and can explain the nuances. I’ll have to take him to soccer sometime and return the favor, but maybe with less knowledge about the local team.

Changed jobs twice? Yeah… The first time was looking to do something different after 13 years at the old place. I landed at another insurance technology company doing some neat things with AI. Then that turned into doing some neat things with AI plus some not-so-neat things with mainframe to cloud migrations, which turned into just doing not-so-neat things with mainframe to cloud migrations. I’ve moved on to a job at an insurance company where I’m back to doing neat things with technology, including AI.

Another cat? Yeah, so recently I had another birthday (they just keep happening and I can’t work out how to make them stop), and the girls decided that I should receive a cat for my birthday. This is what they told me. I don’t believe them, precisely, but the cat is still here. He’s roughly 8 weeks old, and basically a terror. He’s super cute, but he’s also very much a kitten. He lives in my office where he can be supervised, so I’ve taken to wearing old jeans and multiple layers of shirts to protect myself from the needles on his paws when he tries to climb me. With a brother named Fezzik, it seemed only appropriate that he be named Inigo Montoya.

The writing has been slower this year. I’ve written a few short stories and had a couple of sales, but I’ve been distracted by everything else and taken comfort in video games and reading. I feel like I have many more short stories and novels in me, so that’s something I’ll get back to doing.

The running is in a similar state to the writing. I’ve been doing 10-15 miles a week with more when the weather is cooperative. I did not appreciate the heat and humidity of the Midwest. I had plans to run the KC Marathon, which turned into plans to run the KC half-marathon, which turned into running a 5k with Carissa and our cousin’s wife. I finished in 24:40, which was good enough for second in my age group. They even gave me a special medal for it. I guess the secret to medaling at races is to move out of London and run in much, much smaller events.

So here we are in the waning days of autumn, wondering how dark the winter will be. All I know for sure is that the sun will rise tomorrow, and there will be work that needs to be done.

We’ve just come home from our last big European family trip for the foreseeable future. We visited Rome, Florence, and Venice over the course of a week. It wasn’t enough time in any one place to do it justice, but it was enough to visit the belly of the Roman Empire, the heart of Renaissance Italy, and that canal city that the eldest child has been dying to visit ever since she saw an episode of Wonder Pets about Venice when she was four.

Rome 

My travels over the last five years have taken me to a number of the big European capitals. Paris, Madrid, Lisbon, Dublin, and of course London. Rome, I dare say, outshines them all. It is a city built by emperors to impress the barbarians. The emperors succeeded, and the Italians that followed them have added to the grandeur. You cannot turn a corner without running into a temple, a cathedral, or a statue-limned fountain. It is not hard for me to imagine the kings of England and France sitting in their squalid barbarian villages out there on the edge of what was once a mighty empire and gazing towards Rome with hearts full of envy. They have tried to build their own imperial monuments, but they were merely children wearing their father’s clothes. And I say that as someone who has loved my years in London. 

The Vatican tour was worth doing if you’re ever in the area. The guided tour was okay. The best part was probably seeing the Sistine Chapel, which I found to be more impressive than I expected. It’s a chapel, not a cathedral, but it’s still a pretty big chapel. The guided tour also had the benefit of giving us a shortcut from the Sistine Chapel to St. Peter’s Basilica. St. Pete’s was impressive in scale and grandeur, and seeing Michaelangelo’s Pieta in person was a highlight. 

Trevi Fountain, the Spanish steps, and Piazza Navona were fine. Complete tourist traps, and we strolled through them, took photos, and moved on. I don’t regret seeing them, but I’m in no hurry to see them again. The Foro Romano, on the other hand, I’d love to revisit and spend a few hours.

Food in Rome is like food in most European capitals. You can hit a homerun with one meal (that’s like hitting a six, cricket fans) and strike out the next. We had some wonderful meals at Da Enzo al 29 and Pasta E Vino in the Trastevere area. If I were to return to Rome, I’d look to stay in Trastevere for the sheer quantity of amazing food within a five minute walk. We also had some amazing gelato at Otaleg in Trastevere and at Fatamorgana in Centro. While I loved the gelato, I honestly think Midwestern frozen custard compares well. The dish that really impressed me was the tiramisu. The four of us split a tiramisu at pretty much every dinner. They were all good, though the presentation at Pasta E Vino won for having a birthday sparkler in it. 

Florence

We took the train from Rome to Florence. My fellow Americans, you don’t know what you’re missing out on when it comes to high speed rail. The train was running at 150 miles an hour, and it took us from city center to city center in about two hours. We walked to the hotel in Florence and immediately went exploring. We only had prebooked tickets for one museum, which in retrospect was a mistake. I wish we had been able to see the Uffizi Gallery in addition to the Firenze Museum. I booked the Firenze Museum mostly to see David. The statue of David was, like much of the rest of Italy, huge and impressive. Those Italians really understood how to impress barbarians.

We had dinner at Osteria Vecchio. It was superlative. The restaurant was a 15 minute walk from the middle of Florence, but I think that worked in its favor. My new hypothesis is that if your restaurant or food truck is within view of a queue at a major attraction, it’s probably an over-priced tourist trap. Going a few blocks away from the Colosseum or Trevi Fountain or–in the case of Florence–the Duomo can make a huge difference in quality and/or price. 

One night in Florence was not remotely enough. I’d love to spend a few days and go out to some of the surrounding countryside, too.

Venice

Venice itself is surreal. Being there felt like being in a city from a fantasy novel. They really don’t have cars. They really do get around with boats. There are so many little islands (and so many little bridges). 

Dinner was at La Colombina, which is seafood-oriented, but has some non-seafood dishes, too. It was another homerun. Every dish was excellent, but I’ll give a particular shoutout to the six piece appetizer selection for having a variety of vegetable and seafood-forward things whose names I don’t remember, but were all delicious. Carissa wants to give a special shoutout to the scallops, too. 

Months ago I asked the girls what they wanted to do on this trip. There was one clear and obvious winner: gondola ride. We did one. It was good. I’d do it again, especially if it wasn’t cold and rainy. 

Overall

It was a wonderful trip. My only regret is that I would have liked to do a few more things. When we moved to London, it was with trips like this in mind. We managed three big European adventures to Paris, Santorini, and Italy during our five years. We’ve also had some smaller adventures to Dublin, Inverness, and a few cities in the UK. This trip marked the turning of a page in the Baldwin family story. Tomorrow morning we fly back to the United States for good to start a new chapter in our lives. We’re sad to be leaving London, the United Kingdom, and Europe, but we’re excited about seeing more of our family back home and the opportunities in the States.