I’m hugely empathetic. I had lots to lose back home. Nobody wanted me to leave. Everyone told me it was a bad and selfish idea. I was very close to my family and I sacrificed that for a time. My partner wanted/needed to go. I jumped at the chance.
It took a full two years for my family and some friends to realise that I wasn’t them. I witnessed too many people criticise the decision at the same time I knew that they’d have loved and enjoyed doing the same.
Fast forward a decade and all those same people are spellbound by a multilingual kid that flies solo and orders meals for themselves and others, holds their space with conviction and still isn’t a dickhead.
Me leaving promoted growth, adaptation and acceptance in siblings, parents, cousins and friends. Several others have emigrated, people I never would have seen doing that.
Had you put £10m in my bank account, that could have been accomplished in a summer.
I don’t think my position is extreme. I think it’s fairly commonplace among people that have done the same. It only feels hard to think about. Having done it, it feels far easier than having slogged through 13 years of Tory.