so I am preparing to emigrate (again)
Feb. 26th, 2018 08:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kaixoWhat with Brexit and the poisoning of the body politic, Britain is just too hard to live in now, and as someone who reads as foreign despite my British passport, I don't feel safe here.
I hoped against hope that as time unfolded, British politicians would have come to their senses, blocked out the noise of the toxic Right Wing Press, but they're just as deluded as they were since the morning after the referendum result.
The Tories and Theresa May don't seem to understand the word no, and that the EU have their own (excellent) reasons for standing on their own red lines that they don't wish to cross.
It doesn't help that the political discourse over here is muddled and frankly, Brexit supporting even though it's going to be a mess. The Tories are supported by a complicit media from the privatised tabloids to the state-sponsored BBC.
Theresa May is cowardly - not wanting to make decisions because it will cause her government to collapse. She doesn't realise that not making a decision is making a decision, and that all her speeches do is just kick the can down the road.
Again.
Due to her kowtowing to the wishes of the Hard Right Tories, the Good Friday Agreement is in danger of being torn apart, what with Westminister being tied up with the DUP.
Jeremy Corbyn (the leader of The Opposition) is so blinded by his ideology against what he thinks the EU was (instead of what it is) that it places him on the side of Brexit, even though businesses are pushing irreversible buttons to relocate to the continent. As a result, jobs and good people are leaving the isles in droves.
Despite members of his own party are against it, young people (I mean people 50 years and under) don't want it, not to mention Brexit remorse is kicking in. I'm gobsmacked that he hasn't seen what Brexit is doing now.
Not to mention that the Good Friday Agreement (GFA) is in danger of being ripped apart if Brexit goes through. Brexit will only stir up The Troubles in Northern Ireland, which as we know, never ended there. The bombings in Manchester and London in the 1990s put paid to that problem just being 'local'.
There are other things around me that are portents for me to leave.
My phone died this morning.
My partner wants me to get a new one, but wants me to be tied to a contract. I don't want to be tied to a contract for two years, especially if I'm planning to be on The Continent come March 2019. I don't think he wishes to leave Britain, due to his age and making money abroad but that's fine, he can stay here. I can't, I don't feel safe.
I'll make plans to remove myself, before I'm unable to leave due to planes being grounded on March 17, 2019 because of Brexit. So right now, I'm holding off the choice of a new cell phone. If push comes to shove, I'll buy the same model I have, and just go on with a rolling contract, because I do need a phone.
I've been consumed with an overwhelming desire to offload things. I have a lot of comics and craft books. But I left those fandoms emotionally a while ago, and I don't think I'll revisit (for knitting, I'm more into simple stuff now). When I get around to getting a phone, I'll do my calls to various and ask around. I don't know where I'll be going on the continent (as yet), and I don't know where I'll be living, so it's best to travel light. There is a lot of yarn that I'll have to sell on, and I'm doing it sharpish, and stashing monies in a separate account. I also have a lot of makeup and skin stuff. I'll be using these up, but won't buy anymore.
I don't normally dream when I sleep, but I keep getting flashes of something on the edges of fading consciousness and it is spurring me to make plans. All I know is, I'm trying to put more effort into the two languages I'm learning. I might not end up in Spain or Germany (my target languages), but they can't hurt.
On Tumblr (of all places), the same posts of, "It's never too late to make a change" is striking a chord within. After a time of relative drift, I'm getting some purpose again. I should have made plans to live on the continent earlier than this - probably- but I liked Britain and wished to stay - it's not like that now.
The drawbacks are:
I work freelance and part-time.
Due to uncertainty re: jobs around Brexit, and students looking elsewhere for uni (the amount of English speaking tertiary courses on the continent are expanding), my work is drying up anyway. Also, the dance school I'm apart of tends to make money from foreign students learning the dances we teach, but Britain grows less and less attractive every day and applications from students abroad are drying up.
It will be a wrench to leave the work (because I do enjoy it, and have been with the company for years), but the activities around me bode ill will.
The government is actively torching the Human Rights Act. Deliberately gutting funding re: education, NHS, legal advice and various other social services. The Home Office expelling people willy-nilly (although they have Right of Abode here), encouraging businesses to discriminate against foreigners, not to mention pushing up of council tax and the TV licence fee with the excuse of, "Brexit is the will of the people, and we're paying billions to the EU because you want us to be well shot of it," is Fascism masquerading as normalcy. We know this story and how it ends.
So right now, I'm trying to scrape up all the monies that I can, and am making plans for passive income to come my way.
I hate asking for help, but I'm going to have to.
So a lot of hustling come this week and beyond is just putting out feelers and asking for people to give me leads on semi-skilled jobs I can do until I get my feet on the ground and start working for other things. Yes, it will be hard, but staying here will be harder and much more dangerous. I am aware come March 17, 2019 when I'm on the continent I will need to pay private health insurance until I get some legal footing. So I'm trying to set up some passive income streams while I can on this side of the date.
Right! If anyone has read this, wish me good vibes, good luck and the rest of it. Leaving here might mean the collapse of my marriage and friendships, but fandom has taught me that all relationships are transient, and those that are meant to stick, will do. If they don't, that's fine too.
I hoped against hope that as time unfolded, British politicians would have come to their senses, blocked out the noise of the toxic Right Wing Press, but they're just as deluded as they were since the morning after the referendum result.
The Tories and Theresa May don't seem to understand the word no, and that the EU have their own (excellent) reasons for standing on their own red lines that they don't wish to cross.
It doesn't help that the political discourse over here is muddled and frankly, Brexit supporting even though it's going to be a mess. The Tories are supported by a complicit media from the privatised tabloids to the state-sponsored BBC.
Theresa May is cowardly - not wanting to make decisions because it will cause her government to collapse. She doesn't realise that not making a decision is making a decision, and that all her speeches do is just kick the can down the road.
Again.
Due to her kowtowing to the wishes of the Hard Right Tories, the Good Friday Agreement is in danger of being torn apart, what with Westminister being tied up with the DUP.
Jeremy Corbyn (the leader of The Opposition) is so blinded by his ideology against what he thinks the EU was (instead of what it is) that it places him on the side of Brexit, even though businesses are pushing irreversible buttons to relocate to the continent. As a result, jobs and good people are leaving the isles in droves.
Despite members of his own party are against it, young people (I mean people 50 years and under) don't want it, not to mention Brexit remorse is kicking in. I'm gobsmacked that he hasn't seen what Brexit is doing now.
Not to mention that the Good Friday Agreement (GFA) is in danger of being ripped apart if Brexit goes through. Brexit will only stir up The Troubles in Northern Ireland, which as we know, never ended there. The bombings in Manchester and London in the 1990s put paid to that problem just being 'local'.
There are other things around me that are portents for me to leave.
My phone died this morning.
My partner wants me to get a new one, but wants me to be tied to a contract. I don't want to be tied to a contract for two years, especially if I'm planning to be on The Continent come March 2019. I don't think he wishes to leave Britain, due to his age and making money abroad but that's fine, he can stay here. I can't, I don't feel safe.
I'll make plans to remove myself, before I'm unable to leave due to planes being grounded on March 17, 2019 because of Brexit. So right now, I'm holding off the choice of a new cell phone. If push comes to shove, I'll buy the same model I have, and just go on with a rolling contract, because I do need a phone.
I've been consumed with an overwhelming desire to offload things. I have a lot of comics and craft books. But I left those fandoms emotionally a while ago, and I don't think I'll revisit (for knitting, I'm more into simple stuff now). When I get around to getting a phone, I'll do my calls to various and ask around. I don't know where I'll be going on the continent (as yet), and I don't know where I'll be living, so it's best to travel light. There is a lot of yarn that I'll have to sell on, and I'm doing it sharpish, and stashing monies in a separate account. I also have a lot of makeup and skin stuff. I'll be using these up, but won't buy anymore.
I don't normally dream when I sleep, but I keep getting flashes of something on the edges of fading consciousness and it is spurring me to make plans. All I know is, I'm trying to put more effort into the two languages I'm learning. I might not end up in Spain or Germany (my target languages), but they can't hurt.
On Tumblr (of all places), the same posts of, "It's never too late to make a change" is striking a chord within. After a time of relative drift, I'm getting some purpose again. I should have made plans to live on the continent earlier than this - probably- but I liked Britain and wished to stay - it's not like that now.
The drawbacks are:
I work freelance and part-time.
Due to uncertainty re: jobs around Brexit, and students looking elsewhere for uni (the amount of English speaking tertiary courses on the continent are expanding), my work is drying up anyway. Also, the dance school I'm apart of tends to make money from foreign students learning the dances we teach, but Britain grows less and less attractive every day and applications from students abroad are drying up.
It will be a wrench to leave the work (because I do enjoy it, and have been with the company for years), but the activities around me bode ill will.
The government is actively torching the Human Rights Act. Deliberately gutting funding re: education, NHS, legal advice and various other social services. The Home Office expelling people willy-nilly (although they have Right of Abode here), encouraging businesses to discriminate against foreigners, not to mention pushing up of council tax and the TV licence fee with the excuse of, "Brexit is the will of the people, and we're paying billions to the EU because you want us to be well shot of it," is Fascism masquerading as normalcy. We know this story and how it ends.
So right now, I'm trying to scrape up all the monies that I can, and am making plans for passive income to come my way.
I hate asking for help, but I'm going to have to.
So a lot of hustling come this week and beyond is just putting out feelers and asking for people to give me leads on semi-skilled jobs I can do until I get my feet on the ground and start working for other things. Yes, it will be hard, but staying here will be harder and much more dangerous. I am aware come March 17, 2019 when I'm on the continent I will need to pay private health insurance until I get some legal footing. So I'm trying to set up some passive income streams while I can on this side of the date.
Right! If anyone has read this, wish me good vibes, good luck and the rest of it. Leaving here might mean the collapse of my marriage and friendships, but fandom has taught me that all relationships are transient, and those that are meant to stick, will do. If they don't, that's fine too.
