Emigration; it started as an idle threat, a childish act of dissonance to make my objections seem more profound and heartfelt; now it’s fast becoming an intention.
How did that happen?
Truth is, I don’t know. All I know is that I’m feeling increasingly trapped in this country and need to leave before I erupt. It could just be that I need a holiday, that a week of doing nothing will reset my anxiety levels to ‘mmm, nice’ and paint the nation a rosy hue. I doubt it, but you never know.
As it is, I find myself making enquiries and planning ahead so that hopefully, by the time of the next election, I can be primed to jump ship before they start jabbing RFID chips into people’s eyes and installing viewscreens in every home.
Then again, maybe the government will stop behaving like some vast and insidious overseer, bent on intruding into all aspects of our lives, and I won’t have to emigrate before I’m arrested for civil disobedience. I’d like that, all my friends live here.
Who knows, maybe eventually I’ll learn to love big brother.
Man, life can be complicated.
That last sentence made me think of Calvin and Hobbes, which is excellent. I think I should go and read some.
Emigration.
My question is: where to?
Gym induction
Monday, August 4, 7:00am to 8:00am
haha…I’m liking your optimism
Tom - I never really got into Calvin and Hobbes, I was more of a Garfield man.
Arien - It’s looking like New Zealand at the moment, probably not for around five years though.
jez - I get up at 6 most mornings, it’ll be like a lie-in ^_^
I currently have New Zealand pencilled in for where I’d like to be in 5 years. Need to wait until I’ve got my professional accreditation, but other things in life may have happened by then that would prevent such a move. Time will tell.
Indeed. I’ve already acquired sufficient things to be a preferential-type when it comes to entering the country, but the economy may well have changed completely come 2013.