Now I have to hope to the god that is part of my new official state religion (do I need to have the local vicar over for tea when I move?) that someone over there hires me soon. Amazingly, people want to interview me.
The goal is to get the fuck out of America with my daughter before Trump is inaugurated. No specific plan of where to move, just wherever I get a job. We will move to the Falklands if we have to.
It feels so close now.
Saw this quote somewhere recently and have been looking forward to using it, but “You’re the colonists. We’re the ones that stayed here”.
This can also generally be said for “limeys”.