u/sendyrella

I grew up in England during the era of the 1998 World Cup.. Tub Thumping, the whole country absolutely gripped in unison, Walker’s football crisps, the whole lot.

I’ve since lived in Canada for decades, and I barely thinking about the sport I naturally call soccer now. But every World Cup, something in my brain switches back on. I’ll hear Three Lions or see England chanting Wonderwall and it feels like I’m briefly borrowing someone else’s memories, except they’re my own.
It’s strange because it doesn’t really match who I am as an adult. My life, friends and routines are completely different now, in such a different country, but for a few weeks every four years I suddenly remember what it felt like to be a kid in England.
It’s a really odd feeling. Like two versions of yourself that don’t normally meet suddenly bump into each other.
Curious if anyone else who’s emigrated gets this, whether it’s football or something else.

Has anyone successfully found legit GF donuts in the city? Polly Fox in Abbotsford has some that absolutely SLAP but sometimes Stabby is just too far.

Someone help a poorly immuned sister out pls. 💛

Extra bonus points if they’re DF too. Yes my immune system is that misfortuned.

Negative points if they’re cake-style. Stop the donut fraud.

But when did y’all first ask the worm question during dating? I just can’t see a world where this doesn’t come in for us in chapter one, week two, business day 5.4??

DAE feel like their skin is more prone to burning/tanning after getting on supplemental iron? Feel like I’m so quick to get heat exhausted and/or sunburnt after minor outdoor activity.

Backstory: Ferritin of 4 in February, on 95mg bisglyicinate every other day, haven’t been back in for recheck yet.

I feel like I look so unhinged in comparison and never know how to read them haha. Can anyone describe their experiences? I love my too-muchness but I know there’s times and places maybe it’s just that.

How do y’all stop wanting to devour them whole while simultaneously marrying them after a magical (mutual) first date?

I fear I’ve completely run out of self control, and game, and demure, and dignity probably. ENFPs do we have to lock ourselves in an attic for a several weeks to recompose??? Do I buy a carrier pigeon now?? Should I change my name and move to Guam?

Anyone? …Bueller?