I am a foreigner, a UK resident who’s been here almost 4 years now. Takes a lot of courage to leave your country, your home, your friends and family behind and go out in the world basically.
My story is a happy ending story though. Because I’ve learned to love UK, with her moody and rainy days, with her sunny corners, lovely old houses, stunning sea views all around us, our own beautiful garden and lastly, very nice folks. 🤩
It has been quite a journey, with up’s and down’s, new friends, new family, new houses, new jobs, new surroundings, lots of new, nothing of the old, apart for some friends that came over and visited some time ago. 😂
It’s hard to try to belong here, especially that I came here with the burning desire of doing well, finding love and staying, making this a new home. Most foreigners, the ones I’ve come across, anyway, come to make enough money to buy a house back home, and they leave in a few years, so for them it really doesn’t make much of a difference of whom you hang out with and who to trust at the end of the day.