Funny how this thread has come up at such a transitional period of my
life. Critcal, even.
I'm at a point where I feel I have to make huge decisions about my life,
including my georgraphical location. I've never been a traveller (more
through ill-health than any lack of desire).
I was born and raised in Surrey, part of Greater London in England. To
give myself any chance of recovering from my condition (and to keep my
sanity) my family and I moved out to the Berkshire countryside in 1996.
25 years in the same area, and then I had to adjust to somewhere I
barely knew existed. But still...
Now I have come to a point where, quite frankly, I've had enough of
Britian. From a purely personal perspective, it holds little in the way
of promise, happiness or a feeling of belonging. I've held out for long
enough, tried to believe that maybe things will turn around, that I will
somehow forge a bearable existence here. After much soul-searching, and
attempts to do just that, I had to face the fact. This ain't gonna work.
Not for me. Not after what I've been through, and what I require in my
life. I just can't achieve or fulfill any of that in the UK.
Today I applied for a passport. I didn't have one, never have done and
never needed one before. By the end of the year, I will quite possibly
be a few thousand miles away from what has become an bloody awful place
to live for me. But that's only for a trial period. If it feels right, I
will go back again with a view to a more permanent situation.
The times they are a-changin',
Jason.
