Welcome to my rewrite of Two Worlds Collide. Enjoy!


I have been having nightmares. I have never been very good with change and moving from your home country to one thousands of miles away, is a massive change. Yes they speak the same language, but they have different food, TV programmes, lifestyles and the time difference to back home as well, is quite a big change. I had tried to convince Dad to not take the new job that would have him transferred, but he ignored me and said that it would be a fresh new start for us.

My nightmares had been getting darker, as I imagined us being killed in the plane journey, or hostile locals carrying pitchforks and torches, angry that a family of Americans had moved into their neighbourhood. It was all silly of course, nothing like that was going to happen, but the thought was still there and it was hard to shake. I don't really know what was going on in my head and why those ideas were there.

There was nothing I could do to convince Mum and Dad that the move was a bad idea, so there I was, aboard a British Airways flight to London and to our new life. The food was good, the flight was uneventful and we landed safely at Heathrow. Unbeknownst to me, lots was going to happen on my big adventure across the pond. Here is my story and how events were to unfold.