So anyone who has read my previous posts may know that I am currently living in Poland and that in the meantime I have a long distance relationship with a girl in Albania.
Well I have been working in Poland for about a year as a teacher and have generally been quite lonely and isolated here. Sure I do hobbies and have a busy life but not close connections really. Typical city life.
Over this summer during a break from work, I found myself really struggling mentally with the isolation. Just feeling almost suffocated by the loneliness somehow of sitting in a communist block in a foreign country. Not being able to relax. I started smoking and drinking to relieve stress (and I know this is retarded and makes it all worse). I won't bore with you details but a chain of stressful events happened regarding visa/apartment and other worries and instead of dealing with them calmly I became stupidly addicted to nicotine and alcohol and became even more convinced my life was about to fall apart. The worries required my care and attention so I wasn't really able to just travel and enjoy summer, sadly.
I don't want to sound like a pathetic cautionary tale since I have taken major strides in my career last two years - increasing finances, qualifications and stability - but unfortunately my personal life has mostly nose dived.
I take a catechism class once a week and regularly meet expats in the city. I visit other cities often on little jaunts. Yet I just feel a bit sick somehow by myself. And fall tempted to vices.
On a whim, I applied to a random job in an Albanian school and got it. So I could just jump ship and move to her. But the job looks kind of unreliable in a way. A step down certainly stability wise and a big risk. The upside I could be around her and her family. And I wouldn't be in some city full of temptation and vice by myself. I just fear somehow that it isn't the manly thing to do. That I should focus on taking care of myself and being the man somehow rather than running into the arms of a woman in her home country.
So my options are basically stay here with my stable job and try to improve myself. However, the last year has shown me that living alone in a foreign land has not been an optimum condition to do this as I think my base line stress levels are quite high and I end up just medicating myself (with usually vices) just to get by. It's a bit like the general stress you might feel in an airport or on a busy day on vacation but spread out for months. Sometimes I want to believe I'm happy and living a great life since it looks cool on paper but my subjective experience is often pretty negative. Is it worse than if I was just in my home country? I don't know. I clearly have some personal issues which are exacerbated by living abroad.
So yes I could move there, take a risk with a job that could be a disaster but might be OK, and try living together and having a bit more stability. But of course if the job sucks or I can't do it for whatever reason I would be back to the starting line again.
Moving back home is off the cards unless I am forced. As hard as abroad gets, at least it's a kind of operatic misery and not just bucket of water to the face hopelessness.
I know that only I can answer this question as it's my life but I just wonder if anyone had any feedback or suggestions.
Thanks!
Well I have been working in Poland for about a year as a teacher and have generally been quite lonely and isolated here. Sure I do hobbies and have a busy life but not close connections really. Typical city life.
Over this summer during a break from work, I found myself really struggling mentally with the isolation. Just feeling almost suffocated by the loneliness somehow of sitting in a communist block in a foreign country. Not being able to relax. I started smoking and drinking to relieve stress (and I know this is retarded and makes it all worse). I won't bore with you details but a chain of stressful events happened regarding visa/apartment and other worries and instead of dealing with them calmly I became stupidly addicted to nicotine and alcohol and became even more convinced my life was about to fall apart. The worries required my care and attention so I wasn't really able to just travel and enjoy summer, sadly.
I don't want to sound like a pathetic cautionary tale since I have taken major strides in my career last two years - increasing finances, qualifications and stability - but unfortunately my personal life has mostly nose dived.
I take a catechism class once a week and regularly meet expats in the city. I visit other cities often on little jaunts. Yet I just feel a bit sick somehow by myself. And fall tempted to vices.
On a whim, I applied to a random job in an Albanian school and got it. So I could just jump ship and move to her. But the job looks kind of unreliable in a way. A step down certainly stability wise and a big risk. The upside I could be around her and her family. And I wouldn't be in some city full of temptation and vice by myself. I just fear somehow that it isn't the manly thing to do. That I should focus on taking care of myself and being the man somehow rather than running into the arms of a woman in her home country.
So my options are basically stay here with my stable job and try to improve myself. However, the last year has shown me that living alone in a foreign land has not been an optimum condition to do this as I think my base line stress levels are quite high and I end up just medicating myself (with usually vices) just to get by. It's a bit like the general stress you might feel in an airport or on a busy day on vacation but spread out for months. Sometimes I want to believe I'm happy and living a great life since it looks cool on paper but my subjective experience is often pretty negative. Is it worse than if I was just in my home country? I don't know. I clearly have some personal issues which are exacerbated by living abroad.
So yes I could move there, take a risk with a job that could be a disaster but might be OK, and try living together and having a bit more stability. But of course if the job sucks or I can't do it for whatever reason I would be back to the starting line again.
Moving back home is off the cards unless I am forced. As hard as abroad gets, at least it's a kind of operatic misery and not just bucket of water to the face hopelessness.
I know that only I can answer this question as it's my life but I just wonder if anyone had any feedback or suggestions.
Thanks!