Some were just curious. Some clearly thought I was crazy because their image of England is London and the south.

My standard reply was two fold. First, why NOT York? And second that when I was in York I had the ability to live in history, linger over teas and knock around in pubs. In other words–my dream life.

Then I got the Talent Visa and–after dreaming of it for a decade–moved to the center of York, with Clifford’s Tower as a near neighbor and an easy walk to the Minster for Evensong.

As the end of my first year living in the city, I still get asked why I chose York. So I thought I’d do more sharing, yes of pubs and teas, but most of how I am not kidding when I talk about living in history.