ex-pat

We may be politically-divided, with a slowing economy, a 'severe' national threat level and have just become the fattest country in western Europe but in many ways the UK's still winning.
My boy was made in Italy, took his first breath in the UK, cut teeth in Hong Kong, was pre-schooled in Australia and primary schooled back in the UK. His sister's birth certificate bears a picture of the Sydney Harbour Bridge but her passport's a very regal British burgundy, which was issued in New Zealand.
I've lived in the UK for 8.5 years now and I only started filing my American taxes.
Although I have to say, after having lived in Berlin for eight months, this isn't something that I have personally noticed. I have met a lot of lovely Berliners and of course some not-so-lovely ones. So just putting it out there, Berliners are no more or less rude than Londoners, I would know, being the overly sensitive soul that I am.
Three times in one week I was described as an entrepreneur in the media and I suddenly looked at what I was doing and rather than simply running a small business as a solopreneur I saw that there was more to it.
Tuesday marked the end of what I like to call my "pity month": a month spent in Olbia, my home town, my no man's land as I waited to move from one life to the next. I'm a 23-year-old Italian who chose to study and work in London. Now, nearly five years later, I have just touched down in Sydney to start again. I have officially become a double expat.
There is an interminable wait until the nation gets to choose whether they like the lies that the "Better off Out" or "Stronger
When my fifth London Anniversary was approaching last Autumn, I inevitably started to think about where exactly I was, how did I reach there and what did I want to do next... After all, 5 years is a big milestone.
In my new home, I thought, there would be fewer distractions and even fewer temptations. I'd have zero friends to start with, no pub-for-lunch-and-again-after-work culture, less pressure, and all of this is true, to a degree.
A little while ago I wrote a piece asking why you might want to live in Denmark, which more or less lauded the place - my new home - taking into account a spectrum of criteria, from important things like crime, safety and tolerance levels, to questionably less vital things like the fact there's a restaurant in Copenhagen called Munter.