Let me start off this post by saying I’ve just finished two days as the only member of my team at work, and that itself has depleted my resources. But the irritations I’m feeling run deeper and longer than that.
I have a British accent, I have a British passport, but living here in West Yorkshire, I am an immigrant. The Oxford English Dictionary describes an immigrant as: a person who comes to live permanently in a foreign country: By this very definition I am an immigrant. England is not my country of birth. YesContinue reading “I am an immigrant – now there’s a statement you didn’t expect from me”
In the past few days I have grown weary of humanity. I have lost most of my faith in it and I’m finding it hard to find a reason why I should have faith in it. Since Monday, there are things that have reached my ears that have made me want to turn off myContinue reading “Sometimes I despair at the world”