I feel numb. I feel angry. And I feel afraid.

When I went to bed last night, I felt confident that I’d wake up this morning to news that we’d decided – possibly even by a decent majority – to remain in the European Union. The reality, however, is very different.

As I’m sure you’ve noticed by now, 52% of voters in yesterday’s referendum voted to leave the EU. And so begins the long and complex process of disentangling ourselves from the international network of like-minded countries that has been our home for the last four decades. Continue reading

Why I’m voting to remain in the European Union

I don’t remember much from my time at school, but one moment has remained in a dusty corner at the back of my mind for over twenty years.

I was at a weekend conference for teenagers to learn more about the European Union, which had brought together people like me from across the continent. And we spent a fun couple of days listening to and questioning representatives of the various EU institutions and learning about the different countries that we all called home.

On the first day, though, we’d all had to introduce ourselves and say where we came from. So there was me and a few others from the UK, some Germans, some Italians, and so forth.

But then this tiny, dark-haired girl from Spain stood up.

“Hello,” she said. “My name’s Maria. And I’m a European.”

A simple statement, maybe, but a profound one, too. And the cheering and applause that followed were as heartfelt as they were enthusiastic. Continue reading