I’m in my in-laws’ attic. I know, it doesn’t sound glamourous*, but actually, they’ve done a very nice job of making me feel comfortable and at home.
I’m in England. No, not in London.
One of these places which exist outside of London is Southport, where I am.
Allow me to explain where that is by referencing Chicagoland, my home:
Pretend that the Beatles are from Chicago instead of Liverpool.
If that were the case, I’d be in Waukegan, and the London suburbs would start somewhere around Peoria. Picture that road trip on a map – Waukegan, down the lake to Chicago, then southwest out to Peoria.
Now, try to visualize that mental map, turn it into a mirror image, and slap it on the map of the UK, along the West coast of the country, instead of the East coast of Lake Michigan. There you go! There I am, in Waukegan, err, Southport.
Why Southport? Refer to the opening line – living at the in-laws. While temporary, yes, this is part of the plan.
*I added an extra ‘U’. I think that’s the custom around here; I’m trying to get used to it.