S1 E2. Boston, MA

Yellow school buses, a rolled newspaper on the porch and steaming manhole covers. It can mean only one thing: I’ve made it to the New World…I start the trip on familiar ground, or with familiar faces at the very least. My old neighbours from London (sorry, “neighbors” sans U) take me in at only a week’s notice and we chat about how their relationship was formed through distance and strengthened by a bold move across the Atlantic.