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    It's different out here!

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    Got a few things on my mind tonight.  I have spent the whole day, thinking and contemplating.  I contacted Darrell earlier with some thoughts I had.  Feelings that anyone would have in our position.  I have also been speaking to a lot of people in Gran Alacant lately, just getting advice.  Darrell seems to thing, that the majority of people out here manipulate situations, where as I think differently.  Let me try and explain my thoughts, rather than rambling on!

    When me made the choice to move to Spain, we thought we had done a lot of research and knew what we were letting ourselves in for.  We investigated the jobs market, property as well as the legal side of living here.  We did as much as anyone could, on the verge of emigrating to a foreign country.  We have lived in Spain for about seven months now, and I can safely say, nothing here, is as we expected.  This is not the Spain, I had imagined, it was a completely different place.  

    The employment market is terrible in every sense of the word.  Wages are extremely low.  Even when you take into account the cost of living, they are still well short of what they should be.  You really do graft in Spain; if you pick the wrong employer, you can also suffer the indignities that go with that.  Most employers here are good.  There are one or two, who I shall not mention, who really need to see past their own pride and insecurities.  I made the choice to leave my employer, because of personal reasons.  I want to concentrate on writing, and the reality of low wages and unsocial hours is, that had to take a back seat.  I will of course find another job in the future, but one the guarantees more than just a few hours a day work.

    For most likeminded people leaving The UK for Spain, the reality of their situation soon becomes apparent.  Unless you have money or have retired here, you have to work.  Jobs for Expats are few and far between.  The Spanish system favours the Spanish, unlike in Britain, where it favours cheap labour.  Contracts of employment are weighted heavily in favour of the employee, unlike in The UK, where it is the opposite. This makes for a less dynamic, enterprising working environment.  The prospects for building a career or advancement are very small also.  

    Under these conditions, those Expats, who like me, have to work are left with stark choices.  Options are limited; open your own business, take low paid work with unsocial hours or work abroad.  This is the first place I have lived in, where a large proportion of the residents are of foreign extraction and as I found out recently, one partner tends to live and work abroad for part of every year.  People want the lifestyle that Spain offers, but there are no working appointments, of any significance, for its inhabitants to pay for their dream. Many people use this as a base, where their family home is.  After all you can buy a three bedroom townhouse, with  underbuild, offering substantial family accommodation for around 80.000€.  A similar sized property in The UK would cost you 250.00€ plus.  You can see why people choose to base themselves in a place like this.

    With one partner working away, it can be hard.  It is no different from service families spending long periods abroad, or like my Grandfather, working in the Merchant Navy, for months at a time; if you are not used to it, however, initially it can be a struggle. Darrell has only been away for a few weeks, but already I am adjusting slower than I thought.  With the minimum wage in Spain at 756.70€ a month and the minimum wage in Australia set at $672.70 a week, you can understand why Darrell has to work in his home country.  The rewards are huge.  In a couple of years you could afford to buy a house in Spain out right, living the Spanish dream, if that is what it is.

    We both agreed today, that we want to eventually settle on the Costa Blanca or slightly more inland; we both want to own a home in Spain and live here long term. The cost of living in Australia is far too high and property prices even higher.  Working there and living here is the best alternative, for us at least.  Yes it is hard at the moment, I would be lying if I said otherwise, but for once we have to both think long term.  This is the way things have to be, I know that.  Neither of us want to live in conservative Australia, who doesn't recognise gay marriage.  Europe is far more liberated and accepting.  We will certainly never return to Britain, as we are unable too; so for now, Spain it is;  It will get easier over time.  Darrell has a close network of friends and family.  I have a close network of friends here also.  With Spain not being my home country, it does make it harder, with everyday activities, but I know in time, as I speak Spanish more fluently, getting by will be much easier.

    This is our rather unconventional life.  It may be strange to others, but it's what we have to do.  Others would run at the first opportunity, we haven't and never will.  We just don't give up that easily!
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    Weekend!

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    Saturday afternoon drinkies down Zest.  

    Precious

    Precious is finally looking great after her operation. A lot better than the day she got out of surgery at least.
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    Buddha

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    Acquired a new Buddha for the balcony.  Trying to turn it into a haven of peace and tranquility.  I can be a right stress head at times and really do need a quiet space to sit and contemplate.  So far, so good, it's looking just how I wanted it to! 
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    A year ago today!

    A year ago today we were in the final stages of planning our Wedding.  We picked up the wedding rings and ordered the suits . Wedding nerves were beginning to set in, for the big day on 22 September! 
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    Sunday

    A day of recovery today, after an evening out with the two Jamie's, down Carabassi.  Had a fabulous night, finally getting in at 4.45am this morning.  Certainly can't do this too often these days!
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    Happy Times!

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    It's 4.45am, and I've just got home, from a fantastic night, with some wonderful people.  I am totally spangled, probably not a good time to write, but hey!  Jamie has a friend over from the UK, called oddly enough Jamie, an old flame, he's lovely.  Not Jamie's usual, it has to be said.  I haven't talked that much in ages.  Now I don't normally go down to Carabassi, because walking there and back, up and down Cardiac Hill, at my age, is something I shouldn't be doing.  Tonight, however was worth it.  

    We all need happy times, from time to time and I had a ball.  I will certainly pay for it tomorrow, but it was great to meet some good people, let my lack of hair down and just enjoy life.  They are a lovely lot, here in Gran Alacant.  I know Darrell is 14000 miles away, but for me, this is home in every sense.  Loving life right now!
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    Things never turn out, the way you plan them!

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    Do you remember, during the last few years of school,  having career lessons? Maybe your school didn't have them, maybe you can't remember! 

    For me careers advice was just another subject at school, that I had to endure. Not being a lover of my time in compulsory education, especially and sadly, during my last few years, I really didn't pay that much attention to what was going on around me, especially, when asked, what I wanted to do, when I left school.  If I think back, I probably gave a different answer, each time I was asked the same question.  In reality, I really had no idea, what I wanted to do.  My last years of school were so harrowing in many respects, my attention was elsewhere, not on making decisions about my future.  I just wanted everything to be over and at that time I wanted to run away from life, hiding away, until it was over.  I found life very difficult to cope with back then, as I do now to a certain extent.  I had no idea what endurance and direction was all about.  I was offered very little guidance and remained confused about what to do, right up until recently.  A long time eah, but that is just how it was. Talking to someone about how I felt, especially being gay as well, was a non starter; nobody really listened back then, anyway!

    ​The only thing  I knew when I left school, was what I enjoyed doing the most.  For me, the most important thing, was to be able to write and express myself and who I was.  I had always enjoyed writing short stories and always tried my best, to be as grammatically correct as I could.  I went to a normal state school, the standard of education was as good as anywhere at the time, certainly better than it is now, but it wasn't the best money could buy.  By and large I struggled, not because of the subjects studied, but because of the demons I was wrestling with everyday of my life; from sexuality to depression.  Both of these traits in me, were not the easiest to deal with.  I found it very difficult to have self confidence and a belief in oneself; both needed to succeed in life.  Worthlessness, or the feeling of it, is a deeply disturbing apprehension.  At this time in my life, I was extremely insular and spent most of the time alone, with my own thoughts and words.

    When I left school, I chose a subject to study at College, that was completely at odds, to what I would have liked to have read;  I studied Business.  Yes me, the person who hates big business and even tried to run a venture of my own, which naturally failed; I chose to study an option, that I believed was the future for me.  It was the 80s and making lots of money was key to everyone's success. Accept, I didn't make oodles of cash.  I disliked what business stood for and I was always in the wrong place at the wrong time.

    After College I got a job in the Civil Service and actually did quite well; I enjoyed it also, which was a bonus for me at the time.  If I had stayed in the position, I may  have done very well, but Mr compulsive me, decided to give it all up and go to University, studying Public Policy and Politics.  I absolutely love Politics and once again, thought I had found my vocation in life.  At the time, I had just come out as a gay man, so sadly my sexuality became the main focus for my attention.  University suffered and, once again my mind wondered in a different direction.  I was good at debating, talking, standing up in front of people and arguing my point, I just didn't have the self belief, that I could positively use my experience  to build a successful career.

    From then onwards, I drifted in and out of various jobs, including running my own business, as I said earlier, but never found exactly what I was looking for. As a book valuer, working for a major charity, I found something that I did enjoy, had knowledge about and had the skills to do well. The eight years spent in this position were the best of my life, at a career level; although, the aspirations I had, were never fulfilled.  Other priorities always tended to win through at the expense of a career.  My biggest success if you like wasn't even job related, it is my relationship with my partner and recent Marriage.  We have been together  21 years, that is a major achievement in my book.

    If it wasn't my relationship that took centre stage, it was the friends in my life that had prominence and were my second, if not first priority.  I have always held friends in high regard, more than was reciprocated in my favour.  My relationship with family remained as it does now, distant, so those closest, my associates, always remained high on my list of prerogatives, at my expense, I have to say.

    My professional life was a complete disaster.  Despite obtaining great qualifications and attending University, I never achieved anything remotely satisfying, for me at least.  I would have loved to have gone into Politics, become a full time writer or work with disadvantaged kids.  I spent a brief period working for 'Action for Children', something I enjoyed, but I never followed through with the ambition I had at the time, to continue working with the poorest children in society, full time.  In the latest twist in my life, my work at that large charity was undermined, through destructive people, processes and influences, causing illness and depression.  There is not one aspect of my working life, that I can look back on with pride and express satisfaction.

    My  life was indeed a mess, so I concentrated on hobbies and doing the things that made me happy.  I became interested in Chirology and other alternative ways of thinking and developing one's mind,  I studied family history, tracing my own family back to the 1500s.  I continued to write poetry and stories, as well as articles for newspapers, in many cases successfully.  My relationship of 21 years became all important, as well as helping others I knew,  who needed a lift or help at various times, when they were at their lowest.  I am  glad I  did these things.  It taught me much about other people and myself.  Forming emotional bonds with friends, akin to family was and still is important.  I may be a failure in life, but they don't have to be.

    So where am I today.  Well I am living with a friend, who is very much like a son, who I am helping through a difficult time.  I may have my own problems, but helping someone else. is pushing me forwards myself.  I have little or no money, but for me, that is no longer important.  I am at last writing on a professional level, for a magazine in Spain, where I have my own column.  I have taken on that role of stable figure for Jamie and am having to fend for myself, while my husband is in Australia.  This is a big change from a year ago.  I am relishing new opportunities, trying new things, meeting new people and enjoying experiences, that I never thought possible.  I may well be broke, but I am happy and broke and that suits me just fine.  For once, life really is worth living!