Hello internet,
After much negotiation with my ego and my pride I’ve decided to make this post out of desperation. My ridiculously stupid sounding sob story is that of making the wrong decisions in life, because my ambitions got the best of me.
Let me get back to the beginning so I paint you a full picture of my situation. I’m a hard working guy in my early 30s also a foreigner in the country I live in, I came here with nothing but the clothes on my back and the will to make it as cheesy as that sounds I can actually prove it.
I learned the language, volunteered in society, got job(s), settled my self in a nice apartment and slowly built my integration bit by bit over the course of a couple of years. I made a better man of my self. I didn’t have it easy, and I had to earn my stay. I worked in Farms, I worked in stores, I worked anywhere I could.
I lived in a small town and had a job throughout the second half of 2018 which paid pretty well, it was a hands-on summer job, lots of physical work, the salary went to rent and basic expenses so I was basically spending what I am earning.
I went to work, come back, showered and ate, then spent most evenings learning how to be a FullStack developer online through various tutorials and courses (udemy, ebooks, and videos) Because I wanted to become a web developer and I had interest in Python and JavaScript. I was also learning Unity3d and Blender.
I went to work, come back, showered and ate, then spent most evenings learning how to be a FullStack developer online through various tutorials and courses (udemy, ebooks, and videos) Because I wanted to become a web developer and I had interest in Python and JavaScript. I was also learning Unity3d and Blender.
I felt like I was facing a dead end, I was basically slowly grinding toward the citizenship application but I wasn't going to achieve my potential, I didn't want to work physical work my whole life, I had started to write a book and I had so many dreams.
I wanted to improve my self and I had heard about quick loan agencies, and so I borrowed money with interest and with it I paid whatever I had to pay in the small town along with the last paycheck from the last month at work there and I moved to a bigger city, I took an apartment and rented a movers truck, put my stuff in it, drove it to the city where I could find a myriad of work opportunities and a healthier social life considering where I lived was desolate. Finally I was in a living breathing city, whereas the old town was a dead end. I had moved out of the ghost town.
In the end of 2019 I have a citizenship application interview in which my credit, taxes and financial matters will be addressed and discussed.
In the end of 2019 I have a citizenship application interview in which my credit, taxes and financial matters will be addressed and discussed.
What I didn’t calculate in my naivety is that in my job-seeking/applications I would be competing with thousands of others who had the same idea, who spoke the local language better than I did, who were locals, and most importantly vastly more skilled than I am, job interviews planned for weeks ahead. I spent a few months hunting for work and burning through my savings until finally I got flat broke.
I kept thinking, if I find a job, then everything will be fine, I can start paying off the debts and everything will be fine, while neglecting my due dates.
What I did then was my second mistake, I borrowed money again and basically kept my situation together until I found work (physical work). I finally had a breath of fresh air because I was finally about to earn money and keep everything together, found a job an hour’s drive away from this apartment and everything is fine, at least that’s what I thought.
