Existential Migration: Feeling at Home as the Foreigner

I could tell it was time to move on. Eight years I had spent working for the same company. It had been good for both me and them, but times were changing. My boss and mentor had been let go, and the business focus of my department was shifting away from my core skill set. I needed to find something new to do. This is the position I found myself in during the first few months of 2008. I thought about what I wanted to do next, and came up with a number of options, including moving to another division, moving to another company, starting a new career, starting my own business or going back to school. I spent a month musing on my next move. One idea kept coming forward, getting stronger and stronger as the month progressed. In March, about two weeks before I finally made a final decision on what I would do, I decided to create a list of the options and my thoughts on what I should do next. For one of the options, I wrote the following: I am part of a community of migrants across the globe, searching out situations where they are strangers in strange lands, all so they can feel at home. Option: Quit job and move to London. Analysis: Least sensible option, but for some reason this feels important to do. bad girls porn That’s exactly what I ended up doing. I moved to London without a job, a place to live or any friends, and I’ve spent the last year sometimes struggling and sometimes thriving as I found a job, made some friends and started to understand English culture. People would sometimes ask me why I did moved from Canada, and I would mumble something about “wanting international work experience” or “hoping to miss the recession by moving abroad,” but the truth was I couldn’t really explain the reason why I did it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pA4hw8l6_bA http://www.badgirlsporn.com/Blonde-Porn-category7.html http://www.badgirlsporn.com/Big-Tits-Porn-category6.html