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Going home isn’t a failure
Sometimes it’s just time
Before I crack on, I just want to make it clear I am not returning to the UK, I know some of you may have got excited/saddened by the title, so thought I’d clarify early on.
It was three months into my stay in Buenos Aires when it dawned on me. I wasn’t working enough to make a living — mainly because I was drinking far too many cocktails and eating home deliveries of sushi and ice-cream.
So am I really thinking of staying here long term?
Buenos Aires is an immense city in many terms. It boasts delicious food and wine, offers an eclectic mix of nightlife, locals are trendy and fit and the outdoor grill culture is impressive. I’d met some amazing friends having gone there with Gen with the goal of getting a TEFOL qualification and putting it to use.
However a few things were amiss. It didn’t have the same vibe as Barcelona (Liverpool and Split have similarities), I had to rushfrom place to place for work, often on crowded buses and in traffic, and something didn’t feel right.
At the same time, having had a send off which involved tears and worry, inside I thought I couldn’t go back to the UK. People expected me to make a life out here. To succeed.
