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Portuguese living in the UK

Hi everyone this is my first blog ever hope you like it.
I moved to England (Lancashire) in June 2005. I recall that day just like if it was yesterday. There was this young male (18 at the time) that got some money together from the money, that my mum used to give me, while I was at school, to buy some food, found myself not spending much so that I could put some money together to buy a trip to England (seen that I met a very special person on the Internet, which if you're wondering I'm still living with and very happy by the way) and see what life had to offer me over here. So there was I in that plane leaving a quite eventful life behind in Madeira (Portugal), had excellent grades in school and quite a big future in volleyball, but none of it made happy, nothing made me feel... how to say... myself. I needed to find myself, I wanted to know who I am, what I am, but most of all be happy and even more important share it all with that special person. So the plane landed and there he was waiting for me in the arrival lounge. I recognized him straight away, even though I only saw photos that he had of himself. But that didn't matter, he made me feel different, he made me feel safe, I knew I could do and say what I wanted with him, I could finally open myself and discover my own inner feelings which until then were hidden inside, for I was afraid of being the only one feeling, thinking or even doing it like I wanted. But he showed me that there was no need to repress myself, that if I wanted to do something I should do it, but obviously within reason. Lets forward 6 months and I get my first ever job, you'll possibly laugh at this, I started at McDonalds. I didn't really know what to expect from it, I have to say I was quite uneasy about it, having to serve people and dealing with kids and all that. So I worked there for 2 years and I can say it was quite an interesting experience, hard at times, but great memories come from it too. I remember those nights I used to work there, at first with complete strangers who then became friends, at least most of them. Of all those people I worked with I have to say I got 2 friends out of them, 2 great friends (who know who they are, don't you Ed and Chris?) and also 4 others I can still relate to (Stacey, Matt (a former worker too), Matty and Stephen). And now I have a new job, which has nothing to do with serving public, but still quite hard work I'd say, Support Worker for a mental house rehab centre. I have been more than enjoying my time here in the UK, I've never been happier before, got someone to share my life with, got 2 best friends with whom I can go out with and have a great time. What more could I ask for? Obviously there always more, but that's how we all are, we get what we want and then we want more, some want more than they should others just want a little bit more. Me? I find myself going back to my roots, literally, and I do really mean literally. One night I found myself reading (again) about portuguese poetry and literacy (which I think everybody should give it a go) and my next goal is to show my special person my literary side, my poetry side, which was one of the things that fueled my will to find myself and be who I am now. I know I'm only 20 but I already feel like I have some lessons learnt (meaning lessons of life) and I want to share with the world, I just don't know if the world wants to hear from them. But it's ok if you don't I'll just have to keep them with me until someone does, I hope. Until another blog hugs
A
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