It has been no ordinary week. The wedding, as you are well aware, went off with nary a hitch and I was able to sit and watch it in the comfort of my own sitting room (drinking tea out of our commemorative Kate and Wills tea mug) while Jonathan braved jet-lag (as well as a crowd of more than a million revelers) not 30 north of where I was.
As predicted, the Brits rose to the occasion admirably, and I managed to annoy a few republicans by stringing bunting around my desk at work, and then on my balcony on The Day. This earned me just a bit of disapproval (just a bit) for being too American, or not British enough, or too much of a Royalist—I’m still not sure which.
But the glow had barely dimmed before The Other Big News hit (well done, America, for holding off until after the wedding weekend—what a downer that would have turned out to be). That, too, was a big day, especially if you were an American; I basked in the collective victory along with my fellow countrymen but with a bit (just a bit) of caution, reminding myself and others that this really doesn’t bring anything to a close.
For this, or perhaps something else, I was labelled an “American Basher” by an old and dear friend. This, of course, gave me pause: you can do many things to an American, but you do not question their patriotism.
We’re heading into a new week now, and one has to hope that it is not so eventful and filled with passions. As the Tweeters have been observing, “The girl married the handsome prince, the dragon has been slain, it’s all very Disney.” To add to that, we’ve also had unbelievably stunning weather to accompany all of this. So I am ready for some uneventful days, a return to the drip, drip, drip of real life, and rain.
Have I really been in Britain so long that I have forgotten what it is like to be an American? And am I so brashly American, despite my longevity here, that I can never hope to fit in? That’s a sobering prospect, to be a man with a foot in two countries—and passports to both—but to belong to neither.
Don’t get the idea that I am planning to throw myself off of Beachy Head over this, it’s just something the flurry and fervor of this past week have brought to mind, and I welcome a bit of time to digest it.
I see the previously blue sky is clouded over this morning. I really hope it rains.