Wherever I lay my hat, that's my home. Well, maybe.

Home for me is England. Simple as that. I have spent a lot of time living in different places, and I am very settled in Grand Rapids, Michigan, at the moment, but given the chance I would live in England in a heartbeat.

I grew up in Walthamstow, starting out in the south and then living in the Lloyd Park area from the age of 5. My first place of my own was spending a short time in South Woodham Ferrers out in Essex but that didn't work out too well. I was young and stupid. Now I'm just not young any more ;o)

At 24 I left England and spent a year and a half in Upper Bavaria in the district of Rosenheim, in a village called Kiefersfelden on the Austrian border.

I then spent four years in Bern, Switzerland, marrying a Swiss girl but that didn't work out and we were separated after a year and divorced within two years. While in Switzerland I lived in the south of Bern (Liebefeld near Köniz, Schliern and Niederscherli), then moved to Oberburg near Burgdorf, and then to Nidau near Biel.

I returned to Kiefersfelden for just six months where I worked across the border in Kufstein, before moving to Michigan in 1999.

Amanda and I lived in four different places in Muskegon, near where she grew up, before following our work down to Holland. Within two years work had taken a different direction so we moved into Grand Rapids. It was here that we both started to really feel like we had found our home. In our ten plus years in GR we have always lived in an urban setting with sidewalks and bus service. We enjoy small city life, as opposed to the smalltown life we had before.

We intended to move to England, but at the moment we are torn as we are settled in Grand Rapids and I have much less of the homesick feeling. Of course I still miss home and my small family but urban life in GR suits me.