Author's Note:
Really hesitant about posting something like this.
For the first time in my life, I don't have a gut feeling to go with. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. I picked my former university on a gut feeling, I picked my major (linguistics-creative writing, go figure) on a gut feeling, I decided to move to Europe on a gut feeling, I moved in on my boyfriend with a gut feeling.
Now that I've had a bit of a revelation and have thought of a logical course of action, I don't have a gut feeling to back it up. I feel like a broken compass.
I moved across the pond to Europe roughly two years ago. I lived in Copenhagen for three months before moving to Stockholm for an additional three months. After that, I moved to Norway to live with my boyfriend. I've been here for a year an a half.
Having had no previous interaction with the Norwegian language, I had to learn it from the bottom up. Suffice it to say, a year and a half of paddling around the language pool does not a
Nordman make. I'm conversant, sure, but I make mistakes, I stumble over words, and I'm not exactly what you might call eloquent.
I miss speaking English.
Considering that I live in a town with the remarkable population of 400 Norwegians, you can imagine what kind of job availability there is for a not-so-fluent immigrant. My work permit expires in a month; I've not found a job yet. I work odd jobs under the table (cleaning, yard work, pet care, blah blah blah) to make some money, but while I'm perfectly capable of putting food on the table, it's not exactly the ideal existence.
Another thought--I am almost entirely dependent on my boyfriend. Not financially and not emotionally, but in the sense that if he's spending the day watching TV/blogging/gaming/working, I've nothing to do. I have no friends because this town is comprised primarily of people over the age of 60 and I can only chat with my elderly neighbors about flowers, Jesus, and Swedish dance band music for so long before I want to commit a random act of violence. There's no social places of any kind, unless you count the museum and I've been there over a dozen times. I don't even have a drivers license anymore because it's expired in the time I've been here. Not that I can afford a car anyways.
I've no reason whatsoever to stay here, really. I've no job, no friends, no ties, no future.
The only hang up is my boyfriend of three years. I've done the long-distance thing with him and I refuse to do it again, so if I leave, we're over. He won't move, and to be honest, I'm not even sure I want him to.
Logically speaking, I should just suck it up and go home to the states. I could have a job the very day I arrive, and several of my friends have offered to let me stay with them while I get my feet under me.
My head tells me that's what I should do, but I lack the conviction of a gut feeling.
I'm not even sure why I'm posting this. I doubt any amount of good advice is going to vanquish this overwhelming indecision. I just don't know what to do.