Xobyle is hungry
I’ve lived in this country for 19 years, and the only times I’ve ever been actually happy has been because of friends, family or situations. The happiness has never been attributed to where I am.
I know I’m lucky to be born in not such a bad country. Our economy is fucked, yeah, but it’s better than most, and we have a good standard of living. But if you’ve wandered the same streets everyday for 19 years you get sick of them.
I live in Birmingham, which is in the West Midlands. I hate it here. I don’t know anyone who doesn’t, and if they say they don’t hate it they’re lying, but if I spend longer than a week outside the vast walls of Birmingham I miss the smell of sour water coming from the canals, and the slight smell of melted chocolate wafting from the Cadbury factory.
I wish to leave and not return within the next 3 years.

