Someplace in the Anglosphere. I don’t think I have it in me to learn a new language just to get by in day-to-day life. New Zealand, maybe.

Unfortunately, my immensely low income and numerous medical issues means that I’m not much of a candidate for emigration.

Also, ideally, a region without a lot of insects.

In any case, though, I’m probably going to die here, stubbornly. If these fascist fucks want me dead bad enough to see it through, I’m at least going to inconvenience them with getting rid of my body.