Would I ever adjust? Would I ever become a regular girl on the block?

IT was summertime when we arrived in London, which meant that schools were closed for summer vacation. It was the ideal time of year to arrive in a new country, because there was plenty of time to tour and weather conditions were optimal.

Or as optimal as they can ever be in London, where it rains at least 11 days every month.

“See that tower?” My brother Yitzchok pointed at the large and iconic clock tower in Westminster, London, on one of our numerous tours of the city. “It’s called Big Ben and it’s over 120 years old.”

Yitzchok, who’d come to London a year before us, was like a walking fount of English knowledge. It was nice to have my older brother as a guide, but his knowledge made me wonder if I would ever learn the ins and outs of British society.

Would I ever adjust? Would I ever become a regular girl on the block?