The real story...
“The average house deposit is £37,000, where am I supposed to get that?”
At that time I was genuinely happy, the kind of happy you only feel half drunk in the hot sun. Of course I’m happy in England though, I work, I go out and I enjoy myself, but what my life lacks and my mind craves is a warm home,maybe even the chance to go outside more than a few times a year. So why are young people leaving Britain? Well it’s not a great time to be living here for starters the average house deposit is £37,000, where are you supposed to get that? Most first time buyers are now nearly forty, and with unemployment, especially in my age range, looking pretty grim you either grit your teeth and see what happens, or move somewhere warm, it’s a tricky one, but i think i’ll head for
The true cost can be quite expensive visas cost a serious amount of money, and can be difficult to obtain. Good adive woul be to stick to an English speaking country and have some savings to live of for at leat a couple of months. As a young person skills are a great way of speeding up your move, countries such as Canada are crying out for teachers, plumber and electricians, so if you know at a young age, get on a college course and get a trade. Knowledge of the country is also a must, its no use turning up to a foriegn country with your bags and then crying because you don’t know where you are, visit the country first and try and make some English speaking friends. Another factor is country cost and economic stabililty, you can buy an entire house in Costa Rica for
Through further research I remember I have a friend who spent a year in Australia, so i decide find out why she came back. After we speak I’m struggling to see why she came home. She had a decent job that paid 15 dollars an hour (£10) and spent every day at the beach or doing some sort of activity but she missed England, she genuinely missed it. She also had a boyfriend back here, and although she spent just over 8 months in Australia, she decided for her careers sake to come home. The mass exodus doesn’t just mean young Britain’s are only heading to Australia and Spain, you could throw a dart in a map and guarantee some jet setting Brits will be just round the corner. I have a good friend who left for Canada when we all took off for university. He has even become engaged to one of the locals and after a brief Skype chat and a catch-up he assures me he’s treated like a king, so much so that he’s been back to England once in the last 2 years, jelous isn’t the word.
150£! It all gets me thinking, could I go through with it? Could I leave the green fields and charming villages behind for a new life? I really think I could you know, of course I’d miss a few things but just the thought of something new, warm summers and snowy winters, trips to mountains, reading on the beach with a beer in my hand, the good outweighs the bad for me, and as for getting homesick, you can’t live around your parents for ever. “There is a forgotten, nay almost forbidden word, which means more to me than any other. That word is England”. Nice words Churchill, but I’m still hell bent on escaping the place.
Escaping the country
Escaping The Country
itting on the beach on the Costa del Blanca in the trendy developing south of Spain watching the young bronzed couples smoke camel cigarettes and laugh together, Sitting on the beach on the Costa del you begin to see how it’s all gone downhill back home, and while my friends and I of Blanca in the trendy developing south sip on ice cold Estrellas and enjoy the moment, the Spain correlation between happiness and watching the young bronzed couples climate never seemed so strong. This is what I wantsmoke all thecamel time.cigarettes and laugh together, As I’ve got older, wiser, and grumpier, going out and about much you begindoesn’t to see appeal how it’stoallme gone downhill any more and I’m starting to piece together why I feel like this. It isn’t a case of narrowback home, and while my friends and I sip ing things down; its part of a bigger problem, its England a whole, andand I really, on ice as cold Estrellas enjoyreally the mowant to move abroad. ment, the correlation between happiness and climate never so strong. This I am a 24-year-old university student; I study photojournalism andseemed live in Leeds, whatthe I want all the time. the capital of rain. Growing up in Yorkshire you getisused gloominess, the longing I’ve gotonolder, wiser, and grumpier, stares through tear stained windows, watching riversAs forming the roadside and outaand doesn’t appeal to me disappearing down the drain, there go any hopes ofgoing wearing vestabout this year. Scrolling much any more andfeel I’mlike starting through Facebook it dawns on me that more and more people my age this, to piece together I feelever like since, this. Itfinding isn’t a case some of them finished their A levels years ago and have globewhy trotted of narrowing down;jetitsskiing part of a bigwork where they can and killing the rest of us posting pictures ofthings themselves problem, its England as a whole, and I through the sea with a pint of Heineken and a glowger stick, smug bastards. really, really wantintohand, movesunset abroad. This time last month I was standing on a stone veranda, cold beer fading over a Spanish plain and my iPod drowning out the hum of the local airport.
Escaping the country