Roll call after the move: where are you and what is out of your window?

Tulsa. A truck stop. I write code where I used to take calls.

Leicester. A client's spreadsheet with 140 tabs. Send help.

Perth, the Scottish one. A river and no meetings.

Detroit. The cat, on the keyboard, contributing.

Leiden. A canal and a student falling into it, slowly.

Brno. The same PHP file I had open in 2019.

Tampere. A lake. It is quiet. I like it.

Edinburgh. A castle, which I have stopped noticing, and a typo on a bus advert, which I have not.

Hong Kong. Forty floors of other people's windows.

Lagos. Traffic. I could track every truck in it if they would only install the app.

Cardiff. Rain, and in the distance, Swansea, which I try not to look at.

Galway. A bookshop that stocks my novel face out because I asked nicely.

Tallinn. Snow already. It is September.

Manchester. I can see Tom's office from here. He owes the quiz team a tenner.

i do not

Wrocław. A gnome statue. The city has hundreds. I have stopped asking why.

Leipzig. A pile of other people's receipts.

Fukuoka. A ramen stall that closes exactly when I finish work.

Groningen. More bicycles than you can imagine, and I repair software for the people who repair them.

Chennai. A water tank, a crow and a dashboard that is finally green.