I am moving to America

by Sam Kriss

I will not use this space to make any trite, clichéd, quirky little observational posts about how everything is slightly different: the weather, the cityscapes, the culture; how the money doesn’t have the Queen on it, how sales tax isn’t included on price labels, how we are divided by a common language. I will not describe my culture shock, or lack thereof, in tedious detail. I will not well up with misty-eyed Anglophiliac nostalgia. If I break any of these commitments, please take a gun and shoot me. I gather such things are perfectly legal there.