“I was in such a panic earlier!”
My new friend meets me in a pub just off from Nottingham’s Old Market Square, where a large ferris wheel lights up the cold February night. She appears to have a more nervous energy about her than normal, and I only know half the story from our conversation on Twitter the previous day.
“My boyfriend was reading something in the Guardian“, she explains, “that the UK is starting to refuse residency applications, and I don’t even have mine in yet! I was told that whatever happened, we’d still have two years until I needed to apply. If they’re already refusing Europeans, then what’s going to happen?” Continue reading “Notes from Nottingham: Finding Home”