The only time my wife ever shouted at me was when I said it'd be good to live in New York; right after 9/11
Before the attack on the Twin Towers, we had decided that New York was the place for us. My company had a role for me, it was an exciting new challenge in a vibrant country with a culture I'd yearned for, and new horizons lay before us.
Then came Al Qaeda's attacks and all bets were off; we waxed and waned about the move, until finally, having agreed we wouldn't go, I changed my mind leading to the outburst of frustration from my good lady wife.
What followed for me was a reconnaisance, a period alone in the Big Apple (well, New Jersey at least), finding my feet and laying the foundations for a move. The New York Diaries are a record of that time - a time when I came to realise just how true the statement, "two countries separated by a common language" was to prove.