The Long Way Home

How a misadventure in England led to a uniquely beautiful memory

Photo by Roland Lösslein on Unsplash

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…