Hello everybody!
One whole year, 365 days, a huge quantity of hours, minutes and seconds. Three quite different jobs, two places to live (almost three) and a stunning, almost sick and for sure crazy, amount of Sterling Pounds spent I don't really know how. Today, my imaginary reader, in 4th of June I reach my first year in this country and I think is a good time to look back and put my impressions together.
All you should know my earlier days, those where I used to publish new posts diary, that didn't last too much, I have to admit, but what can I say, every single man who know a little about me knows that I am not the sort of man constant and disciplined enough to keep that rhythm too long. In those early days my English was crap, raw but true, perhaps if you compare my skill with most of Spaniards coming here it was really good, but at the end of the day I couldn't understand a shit, specially by phone, so that was kind of hard to me getting a job. Today is not much better, I concede it, but at least, depending on who is speaking to me, probably where are they from, I can understand many of the things they are telling me, guess others and pretend I am getting the rest of them.
In my way to this point I have met many people, people whom I liked and whom I disliked, taken them into my Facebook collection of friends (the good ones at least), like past echoes of my previous beings. I'd like to be more in touch with many of them, but I am quite bad keeping in touch, maybe this is why I can be good moving forward and miss nothing too much, but this has some disadvantages, like have nothing to do but playing video games when I am alone on Saturday while my girl is working. I do like video games, but I wouldn't mind at all go out sometimes and take a beer or something... (If anyone is reading this for real, yes, this is an insinuation).
One of the things I've realize since I am here is how the people get bemused when I explain I am not thinking about come back to Spain. I always wanted to go out, the bad situation of the country has nothing to do with it. Yes, it help me to decide to move out in that moment, like a final push to turn me on, but the idea was always there. Indeed, my girl career is not one to keep quiet in a place, since is a global business, so we always have known we'll move somewhere, depending on the moment and the precise situation in that moment. Therefore I can tell, knowing like know my country and its people, that Spain hasn't many chances to become my home in a long while. I've always known, in addition, that my first place to move was in the United Kingdom or Ireland, because I need a good English skill to make the world my home, and these are the easiest destinations to improve it
But people in here is different. they come here just because they have nothing better to do with their lives. Coming here until the planets line up themselves and some jobs grown magically out the ground. Keeping and eye in the mother country and keeping missing friends, families and things like weather or food (I even like British food). Probably I am different because I've never felt pride to be from Spain, Madrid or wherever, It's just a bloody portion of ground, I'd dare to say is not a good one, and not just because politicians in there are corrupt, stupid or both, they can just break whatever the people let them to break, and they have been breaking lots of things for years because those people who shouldn't let them do it, are as corrupt, stupid or both as the proper politicians. Why the hell I should miss it or rather feel pride of being from there? Not me, national pride is a pretty stupid feeling if they asked me, one cannot chose its born place, but can chose its living one,
Moving on, this particular country has really wonderful things. I flame myself to haven't done too many things, I should've go out more I don't know many of the things I'd like to know about this city, but the things I know I love them. Its multiculturalism is amazing, maybe the most used sentence inside the limits of the city is "Where are you from?" and it's kind of funny. I don't know a single city without magical places, so London has its. I love walking round Coven Garden, with its street musicians or wandering Seven Dials. Just to put some examples.
One year and finally I got it. I have Not-The-Perfect job of my dreams, we are looking for a house for live on our own, and we can save some money at the end of the month, we could even go to a magical holidays in Greece!! I have just come back from there and I planned write something about the journey, but I liked somehow celebrate my first year as emigrant developer, and we all know that I'm not gonna write two post in a week. But this is far to be over. I really need to boost my English, my target is feel comfortable to watch any movie in the cinema. I really miss go to the cinema, more than any stupid food, or even my Xbox One and I need to achieve it before the new Star Wars movie is released, so I have to put my act together to get it.
This is my last year resume, I hope you all had enjoyed your as much as me.
