When my ex husband announced that his employer wanted to
send him to New York as a financial analyst for 2 years, a strange mix of
feelings overcame me.
I started to contemplate the realities of moving Rocío,
our 10-month-old daughter, to another country, of adjusting to life and work
abroad, and of becoming a trailing partner who was leaving behind her own
career.
We moved to New York in September 1989. Two years later,
Morena, our youngest daughter was born there, and 3 months later we moved to
Boca Raton, Florida.
What started as a 2 year assignment in New York, turned
out to be a 10 year expat life experience. New York, Boca Raton, FL, Venezuela,
Greenville, SC… many places, many memories.
As an expat you work and shop, and do laundry, and clean
out your basement much like your neighbors; you watch television and go to
movies or plays; you celebrate local holidays and take part in festivals; you
support local sports teams and, most importantly, you make new friends, who
become your new family and help you deal with
homesickness, and navigate a new language and culture.
Living the expat life gave us lots of magical memories
that we’ll cherish always.
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