Name changed because this feels particularly tender.
I left the UK in 2011 and spent a few years travelling, living in different countries for 6-8 months at a time.
Then in 2016 I arrived in the Spanish islands where I now live, intending only to stay for a few months as usual. But I was tired of travelling, and ended up staying longer, and longer. I met my partner, and this year I moved into what's basically a dream of a house. I adopted a dog. To look at my life from the outside you'd think I had it made.
But I'm not happy here. There's no culture. Bureaucracy is a nightmare and people's mentality is really "if it takes effort, I can't be bothered". There's a cultural laziness and "as long as I'm OK" attitude that's really hard to be around.
There's a very transitory population – lots ofpeople coming and going, and even of the people here permanently, I've struggled to make friends. I've been here 4 years and I only have 2 people I consider real friends –people I'm happy and proud to know, and who I feel stretched and loved and challenged by.
I know long-term if I stay here I'll wither away –and I'm only 33.
But my partner is from here and has a 14 year old daughter who lives here, and despite him 'in an ideal world' really wanting to leave (he's sick of a lot of it too), he can't. Which means if I want to stay with him, I can't.
I went on an ex-pat 'supermarket' website last night – the kind where you can order British stuff when you live overseas. I looked at a picture of a tub of Paxo and suddenly just found myself sobbing. Paxo, for Christ's sake! It's not Paxo I miss, it's the familiarity of it.
I miss belonging. I miss just KNOWING what things are and how to navigate them. I miss being able to make jokes about Wotsits or Neil Buchanan and people knowing what the hell I'm talking about. I miss things feeling effortless. I miss decent customer service.
I don't want to move back to the UK, I don't think – the darkness and cold used to make me feel so low. But I don't know where else I'd even go –if I left here now, I'd be starting completely from scratch again, completely alone, with no guarantee of being any happier.
I have everything I should want - a lovely partner, a beautiful house, a great job, a wonderful dog... but I'm miserable.
I'm just so fucking sad and I don't know what to do.