The Long Way Home

How a misadventure in England led to a uniquely beautiful memory

Aaron Schnoor
7 min readMar 29, 2024

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It was 3:00am Greenwich Mean Time, and I sat on a cold bench in a drafty train station in Wolverhampton, England.

I had no idea where I was. Except that I was in Wolverhampton, of course.

The big black letters on the white-tiled wall of the train station told me that…

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