It’s been about six months since I had to leave the happiest place on earth and move back to Brazil. That was never the plan. But life has a way of flipping everything on you when you least expect it. I could have made this move at any point in my life, but I didn’t. I chose to stay in the US and call it home even after I got divorced from my first husband.
There are so many things I miss about the US. The friends who became family, my jobs and my students are obviously what I miss the most. But I also miss trivial things that we take for granted when living there. My washer and dryer, my Roomba, my car and the freedom it gave me, weekly Chipotle, Chick-fil-a, annual pass visits to Universal, Azteca D’oro’s chips and salsa, outlet outings, outdoor runs, Dunkin refil runs, Keke’s pancakes and waffles, Dollar Tree, Publix subs and fried chicken, Ross and Tj Maxx, Sundays at Disney, Brunch, my plants, my condo, my routine. So many things.
I won’t be moving back to the US any time soon, so I wish I had had more time to say goodbye to everything and everyone. Moving back was a survival thing to ensure I could thrive and carry on a healthy pregnancy. I had no emotional or financial condition to stay in the US, so my hand was forced and I had to figure out how to dismantles a life of 10+ years in the US in just a little over a month. I did it. We did it, little girl. Now we are surrounded by family and tons of love, but some days we really really miss the magic.
