Akili Li wrote: Is he using a vegetable peeler on a big lump of dough? That's so funny! I don't have sound so I hope I'm not missing a voiced-over explanation or anything; in my head he's doing it to music from a Mario Brothers game I saw about 25 years ago.

I guess all our memories shape us into who we are, good or bad. Hard to count opportunity cost of life experiences, since there's no way of knowing what the other possibilities were.

Aha nope. It looks like it but it's actually a rectangular shaped knife or something. The name of the dish actually has "sword" in its name so ... Unfortunately, swords are regulated here and he's forbidden to actually use one.

To be fair, seeing such an irresponsible idiot being able to actually live in a foreign country made me more confident in that I could do it as well.
So I left and never looked back.
And he ended up ghosting me.

Wait, what!? Are you saying you moved to a different country for your ex, and then he stopped talking to you!? That's awful!

I'm from Germany

Oooh! Germany is another place I want to visit! Do you live in the city or the country or what?

Death Candy wrote:Oooh! Germany is another place I want to visit! Do you live in the city or the country or what?

I live(d) in one of the bigger cities but moved lately because of my job to a smaller town.. and I don't like it xD
We got like no shopping places (at least they got some food stores) here even tho the place calls itself proudly a city and I just think.. ye.. where does your so called city hide I can't see it.. xD

Ah. I would have to try living in a small town first before a big city so I could see which I like first. Bummer that it doesn't have any shopping places. :\

I've always lived in a small village with only 500 people and I moved to a place that has enough people to be an entire country.
I miss my countryside XD (which happens to be near Germany) (I also miss my Wurst but that's another problem ^^)

Sanssouci wrote:Wait, what!? Are you saying you moved to a different country for your ex, and then he stopped talking to you!? That's awful!

Thankfully no.
I did move because of him but not for him. If that makes sense.
He was a foreign student living in France, where I'm from, and wasn't exactly always very mature, nor always thinking things through and lacked some basic human decency sometimes. I also suspected cheating so I figured spending a year far from him wouldn't hurt. At worse we'd stop talking and that'd be over, at best we'd be off to a new start when I'll come back.
In the end he ghosted me after less than two weeks, I met my husband three months after and I've never looked back.

I had regretted not trying living abroad earlier in my life because I had always wanted to do it but in the end it was perfect timing.

Wow, that's quite a story! I'd love to live in a small village. Or in the country. I'd really like a little more space between me and my neighbors!

Well, at least in the long run you did something brave and in the long run you seem to be happy.

I live in a more urban area, but the neighbors like loud music. Like really loud. When I was pregnant the house was vibrating so bad that it was vibrating my stomach and causing the baby problems. So we called the police to get it taken care of.

I have one neighbor who is an absolute nightmare (she brings her dog up to pee on my house and cups her hands to look in my window), so we just ordered some security cameras.