Moving to Brazil wasn’t really a difficult decision for me. I told my then boyfriend (now husband) that I didn’t want to stay in London any longer and either we moved to Sweden or we moved to Brazil. One day I just said; ‘Lets move to Brazil!" And that was it; we left.

I was never worried it wouldn’t be alright, I’ve always been sure that everything works out for the best in the end.

We came on a hot day in September. I remember looking down over the wheat fields from the plane admiring how beautiful it all was. We took a taxi to my then to be mother in law who cried when she saw us and embraced me as a daughter, she’s been like a mother ever since.

After a few days we started talking about finding somewhere to live and we started walking up and down the streets in the neighborhood to look at houses. After a month I became a bit depressed and was hoping for us to find a home soon, as much as I like my husbands family I prefer to have a distance between us. I believe it was in the beginning of January we found a house and moved in; one street away from my in laws.  It’s a good distance, not too close but still close enough if you need anything.

A sunny and hot day in February we finally became husband and wife. It was a simple ceremony and I wore a pink dress. Yes pink, absolutely pink , but it was beautiful and I was happy.

That’s only the beginning of my Brazilian expat life.

How did you begin your expat life?

I always think the beginning of a new blog is the hardest part. Those first posts before you start posting regularly, somehow I want to jump to the middle straight away and start posting away. And of course I can, it is my blog after all

This blog will contain a little bit of this, a little bit of t and a little bit of… lalala… yes you got it, a bit of everything. But it will mainly be about expat life – The life we live after we move away from the country were we grew up.

So where does the beginning begin? When we are born, before, after, when we move away from home, when we move to anew country? When? I don’t know. It will be different for everyone. My Expat life began when I moved to London as a 19 year old and worked there for 8 months. That is when I got the taste of life outside Sweden. It was so different, so far away but still so close. It was good.

Perhaps too good because after that I always wanted to move away again. I went and came back, did some Asia traveling and went back to Sweden. Then I took off to London again and stayed there for about 5 years. London was my home. The dirty flat where I shared a cramped apartment with other Swedes and unwanted house bugs. It was good. Except for the bugs that is.

And now? Now I live in Brazil, as if you hadn’t figured that out by the name of this blog huh?