When my ex husband announced that his employer wanted to send him to New York as financial analyst for two 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, adjusting to life and work abroad, and becoming a trailing partner who was leaving her own career behind.
In September 1989, we moved to New York. Two years later, Morena, our youngest daughter was born there, and three months later we moved to Boca Raton, Florida. What had started as a 2-year assignment in New York, turned out to be a 10-year expat life experience, which gave us lots of magical memories we will cherish for ever.
As an expat you work and shop, do laundry and clean out your basement much like your neighbors, watch television and go to movies or plays, celebrate local holidays and take part in festivals, support local sports teams and make new friends; and you do all this while dealing with homesickness and navigating a new language and culture.
It is my deep intention to scrapbook all those expat life memories for my daughters to remember.
