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1 Year After

It has been just over a year since I moved to Lisbon with the family. It can barely be called a fresh start. We had a house, our family is there, long life friends too. At the same time, I had never been a grown-up in my homeland, so there was a lot to start and learn. Alongside learning how to be mostly remote and an inter-country commuter, it was an experimental year.

It was easier than I thought

I am going to be honest. I was bracing when we moved to Portugal. I feared what is missing would make life difficult. I feared adjusting would be difficult to all of us. That it would require a fair amount of compromising. Of focusing on the positives to overcome the negatives of a country that was very different from where I left it 18 years ago. But it has been easier than I expected. Maybe it is just than in my 40s it is easier to keep perspective. Or maybe I was just managing expectations to avoid disappointment. But, in fact, there has never been a shadow of doubt on where the balance lies. I had to adjust to driving everywhere, to figuring out school schedules in October rather than the prior June, to no longer be able to go to a favourite restaurant with a same day booking, to the missing supermarket products, to longer delivery times on Amazon (now .es). But all in all, while some can bother they don’t pester for too long. Unlike my big Sis, I am unfazed by not having take away cappuccino at the coffee place as the unforgivable sin. I carry my own cup when I need to.

It was less difficult than I thought

I did not know if I was going to cope with being the travelling mother. Let’s face it, it did not fit my list of pre-conceived definition of a good mother. And it was prone to one of my most common feelings – guilt. But I gave it a go, and with the children’s (and Hubby B’s) support, it has not been as difficult as expected. On the Sunday nights before I travel, we have a ritual to count hugs and good night kisses for the nights I am away. They call me on their way to school when I am on the boat to work. Sometimes also in the evening. 3 nights out for the benefit of being fully at home for the next 7 days and nights. I wasn’t sure how I was going to feel about it, but once I pass the self-judgement stage, I don’t feel that bad. There have been 2-3 events missed, but most times I have been able to adjust to mostly being a very present mother. And to explain to the kids where work is important and indeed I can’t go to one of the school events. And to myself, my biggest enemy.

When I packed my bags for my first trip post holidays in late August, I realised it had been a year of this life. I felt the weight of it, but I also felt somewhat proud we made it work. It worries me every day about what I am missing, especially the night I have to say goodbye with 7 goodnight hugs. But then the fullness of the remaining times have really helped in keeping perspective.

My favourites

This commuter life has its benefits, no doubt. As does hybrid work. So I share some of my favourite things about my newfound life:

My not so favourites

Yes, there are things in this commute that don’t work so well for me. And I think you might easily guess the first one:

In the to-do list

As in everything, there is always a laundry list of things I want to change or do better. I try and not be too harsh on myself, as I really thing this is going better than hoped. But I can’t help but look for changes as there is still very much a feeling of being unsettled.

All in all, this year has been great. I don’t look back on the decision to move, and whilst I certainly don’t have it all figured out, I think I have done a lot. I have even started putting together a holiday photo album, which is the type of thing I tell myself I will do when I am 60. There is light at the end of the tunnel!

Photo Credits Sasha Freemind @ Unsplash
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