I am the American.
When I planned to move to Portugal, I knew people I met would want to know where I was from. That’s simple curiosity. However, I wasn’t prepared to be “the American.”
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Whenever I visit somewhere new, I often am reminded that while I’m a visitor, other people live here.
Outside my window, palm trees wave in the wind.
Try to find that in Wisconsin. Florida or California yes, but not where I grew up and spent most of my adult life.
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I put on my black dress and fastened my Eiffel Tower necklace, in mourning for Notre Dame.
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It’s weird being fired.
I guess I assumed I wouldn’t be fired from a job. Quit, yes. Fired, no.
But there you have it – unemployed by someone else’s decision.