I’m(30m) from Scotland but have lived in Spain since 2017 I was a musician and music teacher I’ve been an English teacher (just kind of fell into it and turned out to be quite good at it) and I’ve lived in a few different cities and I’ve run summer camps for English learning. I’ve been in the north of Spain since September after I got a bit overwhelmed with living in a huge city as a neurodivergent person it was getting a bit much for me.i always thought Spain would be my forever home. I decided to travel Latin America between leaving city life in Barcelona and moving up here.

I have an ok job my living situation is ok not ideal but very cheap. But things just aren’t how I thought they would be after 4 months. I miss my friends and my family I’m struggling to make friends here and feel quite unmotivated to start from scratch when I have friends already I’m speaking to frequently at home and I’m falling into a bad cycle where I just go to work and sleep during the week and wander around on my own listening to podcasts on weekends.

In the back of my mind I have been toying with moving back home to Scotland…

Ive noticed there is limited career prospects in Spain and though I am an experienced English teacher after 6 years my pay doesn’t reflect it. I love the Spanish way of life but I think it would be a good idea to go to graduate school in the UK to try and have a feasible job in the future so I’m not living pay check to paycheck.

If anyone has moved back to the UK how did you find reconnecting and fitting in. I find my self thinking a lot about home all the things I have missed being away from and feeling nostalgic about being home and seeing family frequently and catching up with old friends who I’m still in contact with but I know the reality is very different and I would probably harder to adjust than I think.

Any advice appreciated.

  • Todoslosplanetas@alien.top
    BEnglish
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    1 year ago

    After 35 years of living abroad, I have just returned for the first time to the city of my birth.

    The city has undergone changes, but I changed even more, having spent most of my life in foreign lands. It’s very weird. I now speak with an accent, which I hope to shed soon. Many of the familiar things are still here, but they don’t look the same. And many things and people I loved are gone.

    A few relatives that I had here have moved to a remote part of the country, and all of my friends moved to other countries long time ago. I find myself here, with my spouse (whom I met and married abroad many moons ago), feeling like a foreigner in my own homeland.

    Home was the place in which I grew up. Geographically, that place still exists, but it no longer feels like home.