If I have any mutuals that have moved from America to another country (especially Japan) and is willing to discuss that with me please please hmu!
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If I have any mutuals that have moved from America to another country (especially Japan) and is willing to discuss that with me please please hmu!
Okay I need to vent about the moving process because I’ve been trying so hard not to cry since we moved and to make the best of it but I’ve had enough.
Have decided that I hate moving house and moving countries and I wish we’d never left the UK despite the fact I hated the politics and everything there because sure, I get my own room but it’s essentially the size of a storage room (I can just about have a bed, a small wardrobe, some shelves up high and a nightstand but not really a lot else) meanwhile my younger sister wanted the biggest room so she could have a Queen sized bed, a television in her room, multiple wardrobes, and now the dressing table we both used to share.
My parents asked if I could put my make up and hair in TWO of the drawers maximum of the dressing table in her room since it’s huge and I don’t have room for a dressing table, maybe could I also put my jewellery boxes up there…but she’s ranted and raved down the phone (she’s still in England) about how unfair it is and that she wants the massive dressing table with seven drawers to herself, etc.
As it is, I don’t have any bookshelves for books (I might be able to put a couple on the shelves in my room but it’s not made to hold heavy stuff and I have far too many books, plus the shelves are for the funkos), I’ve willingly said I don’t mind not having a TV, I got rid of my keyboard despite wanting to play more, all my plushies and books are probably going to end up in the loft never to be seen again… all I can have in my room is a bed, a nightstand (the drawers of which already have things like chargers and notebooks in), and a small built in wardrobe that doesn’t even fit half of my clothes.
At this rate I’m going to have to throw out my guitar and ukulele (I’ve played guitar since I was 10 and was hoping having my own room would give me the space and privacy to practice again), some of my funkos, most of my plushies, my books, and probably some of my DVDs and games too since they don’t all fit in the cabinet downstairs. It just feels so unfair that she gets this huge space and loads of things, meanwhile I was forced to take the small room and will barely be able to have any thing.
In case anyone was having a bad day/morning/night.
I HAVE A SNAKE IN MY BEDROOM A WHOLE ASS WILD SNAKE THATS SLITHERED ITS WAY IN, AUSTRALIA IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART.
today it's exactly half a year since i moved to czechia and i need to sit and process that
I’m excited for the day I move out of the country and everyone asks “why!?” Like they can’t fathom why I’d want as far away from them as possible.
For any Venezuelans reading this
I would like to remind that if you have any Lithuanian heritage, you can move to Lithuania - a safe, democratic country - to escape the adverse political situation.
I personally know at least a few Venezuelans who work in my company after relocating, and they all seem very happy with their decision, adapting well and, clearly, finding job opportunities.
If you feel that you want to escape your country - this is the way to do so and reunite with your ancestral roots.
Stay safe and don't give up!
https://www.lrt.lt/en/news-in-english/19/1110839/lithuania-starts-relocating-venezuelans-of-lithuanian-descent
Untitled - E. I.
[Transcript: And I left so early, so young, too young to pick a shape for my tongue so it twists and turns to the beat sweetest to follow in the moment and I regret it later. Mommy, how did I pick the salt from the water without setting myself on fire. Daddy, how do I take the iron from the steel without setting myself on fire. End transcript.]
2 Years in Sweden
2 Years in Sweden
2 years ago today, I was sitting in a rented transporter with my Dad, driving the second half of our trip from Neuss, Germany to Östergraninge, Sweden. We had slept in a hotel in Jönköping and were driving through dense fog towards Stockholm, where the sun was breaking through the clouds, letting frost sparkle everywhere. By the time we arrived at my new home, it was entirely dark and we were…
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