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n less than a month, I’ll be among the exodus of young Brits abandoning the UK to live abroad. I’ve decided to join the 240,000 British expats in Dubai — the city of growth, opportunity, safety and sunshine.
Don’t get me wrong, life is not bad. I’m in my late twenties, living in London, surrounded by family and friends. I’ve been working my way up at a national paper for the past few years and I’ve met someone I want to build a life with. Despite this, and my very British roots, I’ve made the bold decision that I don’t want to live here any more.
My partner, 33, approached me in March about a brilliant job opportunity he had been offered. “Great,” I said. “There’s one small catch,” he said. “It’s in Dubai.”
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