In July I discovered that the Brits’ love for all things “proper and orderly” extends as far as providing a guide for queuing outside the Wimbledon Tennis Championships. Fortunately I happened upon a night
with no queues and managed to find myself in the third row of centre court for just £10! It was surreal to cycle over from my house here in Wimbledon to find myself watching James Blake, a friend of one of my friends from growing up in Connecticut! As I biked home, I was overwhelmed. Twenty years ago, when I sat on my twin bed in my rainbow-wallpapered room dreaming big dreams, never did I even imagine this!
Awe, defined.
