Was moving to the other side of the world a completely and utterly horrible idea? Maybe.
It’s been so long since I posted on here, and in that time so much has happened. I feel like I just can’t get a break in this country. I would write about what I like but then this would be a very short post.
One of the few goods things which has happened is I finally managed to get myself a job! So the future having an income will be nice. What a ride a long the way though. Rejections, job offers which turned out to be scams, legit job offers, more rejection. Finally landed a job though in a company with a great team. Which is awesome, except the 4 hours a day commuting I’m doing. I haven’t been this tired since working in kitchens.
A girl from work and I finally thought we had found a flat to move into, then we got the tenancy agreement through and gawked at the numbers before us. They wanted £5000 upfront, £3321 of that being security deposit alone. Also, what is up with the rickmaroll with referencing here, which they then charge you for! Sorry you were too lazy to call people yourself so you hired others!
So a near breakdown in a tube station was a great way to finish my week this week.
Job offer scams, struggle at finding a flat, living off lentils… What else is there that has gone completely tits up? Oh yeah, the fact I’ve started seeing, and have completely fallen, for a 21 year old who goes to uni 2 hours away! On top of that, we haven’t made it official and that’s killing me.
So, have I done the right thing moving over to the UK? Who the fuck knows, but what I do know is that I need a big pile of Afghan bikkies in front of me to devour and a bottle (or 6) of wine to drink tonight.