Reddit expat who’s not going back.
When I was 15, my dad purchased me a plaster saw (still have it) and handed me his drill.
Then told me to make it look neat, but “don’t fuck up because your mother will kill us both”.
I ran about 4 network points through the house.
Nothing like fear to produce a 100% perfect finish 😉
WFH > Office cubicle > Open plan chaos