Breaking Down Brexit
On a Friday morning, I woke up to the news that I was no longer in the European Union, despite having moved to London at the end of May. Even though I still sound more Underwood (as in Frank), less Middleton (as in Kate, for those who didn’t tune in at 4 am to watch the Royal Wedding a few years ago), I can confirm that the word on the Street over here is quite literally, and physically, “Brexit.” The streets of London are littered with RemaIN pamphlets, “Vote In!” graffiti (now with a few faded “Still”s added to the top), decorates the sidewalks, and the tube during rush hour is full of London Evening Standards blaring headlines about the European breakup.