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I put one foot in front of the other one*
Aug. 10th, 2012 12:59 pmAt the moment I am trying to face down the world like Loki in my icon because goddamnit someone's going to kneel and it's not going to be me.
Basically yesterday was shite. There was a lot of crying involved**. ( In which I have parents. )
So here's the thing. Considering my abysmal track record of "time spent employed" vs. "time spent unemployed", I can't count on my getting a job that'll whisk me away anytime soon. So I'm going to do it the other way around. Which means I'm going to try and move someplace first, then find a job - any job - and revel in my not-living-with-my-parents-ness situation. I might have a complete mental collapse in between these two steps but let's try anyway.
I'm aiming for the UK or Ireland because English language I love you. I mean, it's not like I could work at McDonalds in Germany. (France, maybe.) If I manage to get a proper job and it happens to be in France or Germany or some other such country before this Operation Escape the Nest happens, I'll be jumping for joy, but if I'm going to be desperately knocking on windows asking if I can mop the floors or bake their muffins, maybe adding a language barrier - no matter how low - might not be a good idea.
Whatever, those isles. The question then becomes, "where, exactly?" That's what I'm going to be working out now. I don't even want to think about the packing, the temporary residence, the looking-for-a-residence, the job hunt, the monies, just yet, because I can hear the wires in the bridge of my sanity straining.
So yeah. Any suggestions of cities I could move to and not die in?
* "One Foot", Fun.
** All the snuggles to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
seschat who held my hand (through the internet) while I sobbed on her shoulder (through the internet).
***If a tree is depressed in the forest and no one is there to diagnose it, is it still depressed?
Basically yesterday was shite. There was a lot of crying involved**. ( In which I have parents. )
So here's the thing. Considering my abysmal track record of "time spent employed" vs. "time spent unemployed", I can't count on my getting a job that'll whisk me away anytime soon. So I'm going to do it the other way around. Which means I'm going to try and move someplace first, then find a job - any job - and revel in my not-living-with-my-parents-ness situation. I might have a complete mental collapse in between these two steps but let's try anyway.
I'm aiming for the UK or Ireland because English language I love you. I mean, it's not like I could work at McDonalds in Germany. (France, maybe.) If I manage to get a proper job and it happens to be in France or Germany or some other such country before this Operation Escape the Nest happens, I'll be jumping for joy, but if I'm going to be desperately knocking on windows asking if I can mop the floors or bake their muffins, maybe adding a language barrier - no matter how low - might not be a good idea.
Whatever, those isles. The question then becomes, "where, exactly?" That's what I'm going to be working out now. I don't even want to think about the packing, the temporary residence, the looking-for-a-residence, the job hunt, the monies, just yet, because I can hear the wires in the bridge of my sanity straining.
So yeah. Any suggestions of cities I could move to and not die in?
* "One Foot", Fun.
** All the snuggles to
seschat who held my hand (through the internet) while I sobbed on her shoulder (through the internet).***If a tree is depressed in the forest and no one is there to diagnose it, is it still depressed?
