This year will make my 18th in the U.K., going on 19th and I can safely say. Thanks very much for the laughs and the good times, the humour, the extra kilos, the shit weather, the amazing experiences and the opportunities (such a twatty expression) but it's time to leave.
Though I say that, I feel like a deserter, who leaves when the going gets tough with Brexit looming and all, what can I say, I am just not a big fan of tinned food! Though the question beckons, where to now?My whole being is screaming for Algeria but it feels like I’d be jumping from a sinking island into a sinking ship. I feel a little homeless, just when I thought myself the luckiest girl to have two countries to call my own with the choices of both cultures and weather…what have you. I find myself in limbo!
Although the economic barometer points to Asia/Pacific or the UAE, the heart longs for the sunny shores of Algeria and the wonderful beckoning Friday protests which warm the sternest of hearts, expect for Gaid salah, he doesn’t have one.
But it doesn’t have to be limbo!
I am contemplating a move back home, to join the struggle (yes it’s a struggle), I can no longer allow myself to be content with my level of participation. The involvement is there and running at over 100% capacity, however the itch to take part, to be there and feel the energy, determination and hope of this great, funny and totally bonkers nation is more than I can take.