Now that it is clear we’re moving back to America, I find myself reflecting on our sixteen years in London.  Really?  Yeah, well, you know.  So, in the next few posts I’ll probably wax lyrical (or not) about our years here: how my sons went from toddlers to men, how my daughter was born here (now that’s a typically English story–tea and biscuits in the delivery room), how I learned to drive–for the first time– here (I was only 37, you see), how I found out what a picnic should really look like (it does not involve tupperware), how to watch your sons play rugby without throwing up (modified face-palm posture).  The important stuff.  We have all become dual citizens in every way you can imagine.