I am really enjoying binge reading your whole blog! I’ve moved abroad three times in my life (as a kid to a tiny town in Saudi Arabia- this is the experience that made me a TCK and I never had language for that until recently, and having that is amazing), as an adult to Oman, and then again to Budapest. Each experience was so different and reflecting and reading your reflections (especially as you often voice the same kinds of internal monologues and fears and anxieties and ruminations that I experience) is such an amazing exercise for me. I am really entertaining the idea of a move to Portugal and your blog is so helpful. I think because you seem to see the world in a way I can relate to and I have come to trust your take on things in a way that I can’t necessarily do for all the golden visa Californians and retirees in my Facebook groups (no offense if you are doing the GV, and I have also met lovely people in those groups, but you seem like someone I might have known or have had other writer friends who might have known). Anyway, sorry to be a weird stalker reader, but thank you for this space.
It really is the highest compliment when someone goes back and reads everything. I started the blog way back in the beginning mostly for friends who wanted to know what was happening, but also for myself, as a way to record and remember. It's grown so far beyond that and it's humbling and amazing to know that people from all over are reading and relating to what I'm writing. So thank YOU for reading, and for letting me know how you feel. You can be my weird stalker reader anytime. :)
I am so glad you took it that way and not as “she’s a a bit much”- I had a moment when I had read through who knows how many posts and had happily liked them all and then felt a twinge of, “ oh shoot, am I being weird?” But I genuinely do like them and it is so nice to follow the journey of someone relatable. And your descriptions of your daughter remind me so much of my son, Lucian, who would be my driving force in making similar choices. I only started to think about Portugal last week when my husband sent me an article and I ended up taking a deep dive, which lead me, happily, here!
Wonderful article and gorgeous pics - thank you so much!
I am really enjoying binge reading your whole blog! I’ve moved abroad three times in my life (as a kid to a tiny town in Saudi Arabia- this is the experience that made me a TCK and I never had language for that until recently, and having that is amazing), as an adult to Oman, and then again to Budapest. Each experience was so different and reflecting and reading your reflections (especially as you often voice the same kinds of internal monologues and fears and anxieties and ruminations that I experience) is such an amazing exercise for me. I am really entertaining the idea of a move to Portugal and your blog is so helpful. I think because you seem to see the world in a way I can relate to and I have come to trust your take on things in a way that I can’t necessarily do for all the golden visa Californians and retirees in my Facebook groups (no offense if you are doing the GV, and I have also met lovely people in those groups, but you seem like someone I might have known or have had other writer friends who might have known). Anyway, sorry to be a weird stalker reader, but thank you for this space.
It really is the highest compliment when someone goes back and reads everything. I started the blog way back in the beginning mostly for friends who wanted to know what was happening, but also for myself, as a way to record and remember. It's grown so far beyond that and it's humbling and amazing to know that people from all over are reading and relating to what I'm writing. So thank YOU for reading, and for letting me know how you feel. You can be my weird stalker reader anytime. :)
I am so glad you took it that way and not as “she’s a a bit much”- I had a moment when I had read through who knows how many posts and had happily liked them all and then felt a twinge of, “ oh shoot, am I being weird?” But I genuinely do like them and it is so nice to follow the journey of someone relatable. And your descriptions of your daughter remind me so much of my son, Lucian, who would be my driving force in making similar choices. I only started to think about Portugal last week when my husband sent me an article and I ended up taking a deep dive, which lead me, happily, here!
I'm starting to get back into trail running, and I want to explore that trail with all the windmills!
You’re living my dream, LaDonna. It’s fun to travel alongside you guys. That blue and white chapel is gorgeous!
I showed my 10 year-old daughter the picture of yours, hoping to plant a little travel bug. She likes the ‘Hogwarts’ photo and her bird ;)
(this is the other Kathy from BabyCenter, btw)
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I loved this tour! Thanks for sharing your fabulous city with us.