Two years ago I left my native land behind and embarked on a grand adventure. With seven children in tow.
The reasons were varied but it was something I’d thought over for a long time. The first year was tough, and there have been times I wondered if I’d ever feel at home here – yet after two years, I can say we’re settled. And we had our eighth child here – he’s never been to the states.
The thought of ever moving back to the US repulses me now. I’d go if I was forced, but there is such a simplicity and freedom here that I can’t imagine voluntarily going back under the yoke.
They say if you can make it for two years in a foreign country, you can make it for good. We’re set.
Today I’m going to take the children to the mountains to see what we can see. And I bought a bottle of champagne Rachel and I will pop tonight in celebration of two years.
Expatriating is complicated and confusing and scary but it’s not at all impossible. Having made the jump once, I could do it again if need be.
If Florida secedes from the union, I’ll move back. But until that happens, I’m happy.