I’ve had the wish to live in the US for quite a while now. Actually, I think I’ve had it for almost 10 years, since I went to college. The country fascinates me. And in 2009, when I visited my sister and brother in law for the first time, I didn’t want to come back home.
At that time, my visit was only for three days, I was there for my sister’s commencement and even though I was travelling for the first time to the US, was alone, had a flight canceled due to bad weather, had to wait by myself for 9 hours for the next flight and had a bad landing in Connecticut, it was one of the best experiences in my life. Everyone was so different, so welcoming…
When I was with them in Massachusetts, we went to some stores and after two or three, I had to ask: why are all of the employees being so nice to us? And they answered that they were just like that. Make no mistake, I’m aware that not all of it is perfect. But, after two more trips and after visiting some more states, I still love it. I still feel welcomed.
Since I finished college, I’ve been feeling more and more like I don’t belong in Portugal. I love my country, and I’ll always be proud to have been born in Portimão but I really feel that my future is not meant to be lived here. I have so much that I want to do, so much I want to experience and unfortunately Portugal is not in the best place to provide that. Even if I work hard, as I have for the last 5 years. I don’t identify with the general mentality of my people. I just don’t. If the way they think works for them, it’s okay, but when the combined thinking leads to a situation as the one we’re in right now, I’m done. And in what comes to my job and my career, I feel I don’t have much to grow here. And who wants to feel that way at 27?
I feel that Portugal is decades behind where it should be in 2011. And I know it will be a really long time before we “catch the train”. And I’m 27. I don’t want to live my whole life wondering when Portugal will emerge from last century’s mentality. I want to at least try and live the life I want. I owe that to me, to my family and to my friends. Because I know that if I’m feeling well and doing well, they will be happy too.
I know it will be hard, I know I will be homesick and probably even sometimes I will wish that I was in Portugal. I know that because every time I’m with my friends, for the whatever amount of time I’m with them, I don’t want to go. Because they are THAT awesome. So awesome, they make me feel I don’t want to go anymore. But it’s okay, and I know they understand.
Well, that’s it. That’s why. =)