A Name Is Not A Number
In my head there are two things that make a ‘real’ American address, and I’m doing quite well on that front.
One is for it to have a crazily high house number, the kind that just doesn’t happen in the UK with its far shorter roads. Having spent the last few weeks living at number 2433, that’s one box ticked.
The other is for it to be on a street whose ‘name’ is actually an ordinal number, and as I’m now sitting in a house on 28th Street, I’ve managed that one too.
Pity I’m not hitting both in one hit, but you can’t have everything.