Oh fuck me!
It's a terrible decision to make, but I fear I need to leave Hong Kong ... permanently. And that the time for this is coming all too soon.
It's my home. I don't want to leave. The prospect is gut wrenching. Difficult to process. And yet the inevitability of this decision is becomingly increasingly apparent. (Assuming, of course, that I'm not on the watch list for arrest at the airport - in which case, all bets are off.)
It's tearing me apart. My only viable option for exit would be the UK, which I'm unfamiliar with and, last time I was there, many years ago, seemed frighteningly foreign.
I will need a place to live but I've had absolutely zero income for more than five years now, and my savings are all but completely depleted. (The social security system here is wholly rudimentary - and I don't, yet, live in a cage home - so I've had zilch support from the government, despite all the taxes I've paid in over the decades - this is not a forgiving place to be poor in).
I'm, obviously, no spring chicken but am willing to work hard, physically if necessary, though preferably intellectually; sales or writing or similar. I'm good at customer facing roles (though not exactly a pretty or youthful face,) and can provide a full curriculum vitae upon request (I have vast and wide ranging corporate experience with multinationals and also in starting and managing small enterprises).
I'd appreciate some info/advice on negotiating any UK social security benefits that might be available.
But mostly. Essentially. I'll need a place to live. To get started. And also some ideas and emotional support when I arrive.
Oh! And I have a lovely, kind, friendly, sweetheart of a wee dog that would need accommodating too. She's about twelve years old now and we've been together, daily, for five years. I can't abandon her. I rescued her in the first place.
Private messages (and plenty of them!) with suggestions - particularly on a place to live - would be highly appreciated.
After living for years on Hong Kong Island, I made the decision to leave the Big City and suffer a lengthy commute many years ago and, after a couple of years renting a place on a mountain and looking around, I finally found a place to rent that I thought would be my forever home; forever and ever and ever ...
... In a tiny, 600 square foot, ground floor maisonette, with a small, fenced, crazy-paved garden in a little village, off a winding country road, at the foot of a mountain, by the edge of the sea, with astonishing topography and coastal mangrove swamps by a small, sheltered, shallow, cove, surrounded by ancient hills, trickling out into the South China Sea, in the midst of a canopy-draped, primary tropical rain-forest ...
... With astonishing wildlife; monkeys, mount-jack deer, civet cats, huge porcupines, absurdly massive wild boar, feral cattle and water buffalo, countless species of astonishingly beautiful butterflies, humongous spiders, dozens of tiny, purely-endemic dragonflies, snakes ranging from tiny poisonous Brown Kraits, through Chinese Cobras, Green Bamboo Vipers and too-large King Cobras and fucking enormous (but thankfully non-poisonous!) Boa Constrictors - and an amazing plethora of tropical bird life too; more species than the whole of Europe.
I thought I'd never leave. Never imagined it. I don't want to. I've spent two decades cultivating potted plants around the garden fence - various trees, shrubs, differently-coloured varieties of flowering bougainvilleas, purple and yellow flowered vines, annually fruiting papaya and mango and jack-fruit trees. Unique cross-bred orchids.
I've lived in this wee maisonette for twenty three (23) years now.
But I fear I must leave. Leave it all behind. All too soon.
The UK is my destination. Help would be appreciated (by private message).
Bella and I will need a place to live.
It's heartbreaking.
Not great quality, I'm afraid, but here's view of my village from the seaside (the edge of the cove) ...
And a view of the cove from the front of the village (with the tide way, way out - it comes right up to the shore when it's in).
And a view of the wee dog.
We are heartbroken but we need to get out.
Heading for the UK. Any potential help would be deeply appreciated (by PM's) - especially a place to live; anything/anywhere will do.
Rest well peeps. I'll post more pictures of the cove next week. It's so fucking amazing. The centre of the universe.
What a fucking shame!
(Edit: Oh! And I forgot to say ... Fuck the fucking fascist CCP!)
Stay safe.
Blessings.
Woof