I’ve never found a place that feels like “home”, I honestly don’t know that I ever will, and that’s probably okay. Feeling settled, feeling I belong somewhere specific that will make me my best and happiest self.

If you are just in it for the picture, this post is for you!

I have updates! So, if you’ve read previous posts you’ll know I have struggled with driving, doors and utilities. Now, three and a half months in, I have answers!

We FINALLY started Portuguese classes. Jason and I are both excited and ready to communicate in Portuguese. It can be very tiring to not understand so much of what is going on, it wears you down.

We have been so focused on getting settled and doing all of the necessary tasks, I don’t feel like I’ve been able to slow down yet.

Still, we have made an effort to explore the region when we can.

Moving to a new place is a fun time to see new ways of doing things. Jason and I have moved a lot over our almost 25 years together, but never with a kiddo!

When planning this out I knew I didn’t want to just write all the rosy stuff. I want to share the whole experience - the good, the bad and the ugly. Week two was a bit of everything!

Something happens to the brain when it’s in a new place that makes you forget basic functions; at least to my brain, but I’m going to make that a statement of fact for everyone so I don’t feel alone.

I suppose the right answer is no real reason, really. Moving was never an impulse decision, we've actually talked about it as long as we'd been in Colorado. However, the hardest part was definitely leaving Colorado and the incredible community of family and friends we built in our time there.

The long answer is either more interesting or more boring, I’m not sure, but so many people have asked I’m doing my best to put it all out here.