There is no way around it. There is no future and no hope in Greece anymore. I will only spiral into deeper depression, hopelessness and eventually unemployment if I stay here. But it's not easy packing up and leaving. It will need a lot more guts than I usually possess and a lot time and effort. I have a whole life here - friends, family, a flat full of furniture and books, a neighbourhood I love, groups I'm part of - everything will have to be packed up and put in storage or abruptly ended. So, yeah, still working on my courage. Still feel like freaking out, bursting into tears, or jumping of a roof at random moments during the day. But if I don't do it, I will forever regret it.
Yesterday we went on a day trip. We just drove with a vague destination in mind, but it turned out fine. We came across a random archaeological site and decided to stop and visit. Spring has started, the flowers are out, and ruins amongst the grass and flowers are always beautiful. Afterwards we went to the seaside, walked on the beach and sat and ate fish in a seaside taverna. You know, the sort of stuff I will invariably miss when/if I leave this country.
In the spirit of feeling maudlin. The three things I will miss the most from Greece if I leave are:
1. the weather
2. the sea
3. the low crime rate.
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