When I finally succumbed to sleep last night, it was four in the morning (GMT) and there was still no clear winner between Obama and Romney in the updates. So, it was with trepidation that I checked the news pages this morning to find that Obama had been re-elected. I’m not exactly sure what I would have done if it had been Romney. Like much of the world, I probably would have thrown myself off the top of a building because, let’s face it, who’d want to live on a planet run by that creature?

I know I’m British, and I know a lot of people think that the US Election won’t “affect” them if they’re not American, but I know that the backlash of Romney taking power would have swept its way across the ocean and would have tidal-waved us into a zombie apocalypse. Well, unless you’re rich and white.

Being British also makes it a little harder to watch the US Election. As an American, you sit with abated breath, knowing that you’ve cast your vote and you’ve done all you can (if you didn’t vote, you shouldn’t be watching the election results because you clearly don’t care about your economy).  For a member of an outsider country, all you can do is hold your breath and hope that somehow the entire population of America hasn’t traded in its wits for cheap thrills. Luckily, humanity stayed strong, and Obama gets to kick back in his house for another four years.

It also means that my plans for immigration can finally take a step in the right direction. As you know, I was intending to update this blog with the hip-happenings of London, and how the culture is affecting me. Well, it’s having something of a negative impact and, frankly, I miss travelling. I’ve done a lot of it in the past, and had big plans to see a lot of sights this year, but that dream wasn’t realised because I was employed. But with my mental health taking something of a beating, and my motivation sinking down to an all time low, I think that a brand new change of scenery will be good for my health.

It also helps that I have friends out there who are encouraging the move, which is more than I have in London, and that having the plans set in motion genuinely takes a weight off my shoulders.

London isn’t for me, and I knew that it wouldn’t be. The prospect of a year out of England will help to keep me out of the danger zone.

So, thanks America, for making immigration a more achievable and desirable goal by re-electing the man who wouldn’t run your country into the ground, suppress many of its citizens and basically just take a big dump on the white house floor.

Until next time.

Live long and prosper!


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