People often remark that Carolyn and I are “courageous” or “adventurous” for uprooting ourselves and taking on a new city, new language, and new customs. As much as I’d like to believe that about myself (and us as a couple) I’m not sure it’s entirely true.
As Carolyn mentioned in last week’s post, I grew up in a military family. Moving to a new place was just part of normal life for me. Both my siblings have children and have rooted themselves in more or less one place for decades; I (childless) continued to move regularly. Doing what you’ve always done is the opposite of courageous, it’s habit. Here’s a quick list of the places I’ve lived from childhood through now:
Norfolk, Virginia (born)
Quonset Point, Rhode Island
Pensacola, Florida
Roosevelt Roads/Fajardo, Puerto Rico
Fort Washington, Maryland
Vienna, Virginia (two different houses in 3 years)
Austin, Texas (college)
Eugene, Oregon (college)
New York, NY (seven different apartments in 15 years!)
Sukadana, Borneo, Indonesia
Traverse City and Saginaw, Michigan (split time between the two)
Winooski/Burlington, Vermont
Austin, TX
Montpellier, France
I admit, it’s a long list. Carolyn’s list is similarly long.
For those of you who have moved abroad or are contemplating moving abroad: do you feel adventurous? For those of you who are on the fence, I doubt you feel that you lack courage, but what is holding you back? I suspect expense and family are big factors, but at some level does the sheer enormity of the change hold you back? What specifically about the potential change gives you pause?
Indulge me in one more question: As you contemplate(d) moving abroad, what factors aside from expense and family obligations are the biggest obstacles? A new language? New customs? Uncertainty around taxes? Making new friends?
For me the biggest fear was learning a new language. I’ve learned languages in the past, but never to the point of fluency. My father’s first language was Spanish, and he actively discouraged us from learning Spanish as kids. Small wonder, being Latino was a liability for him as a kid and young adult. Consequently my Spanish is basic to fair, and my Italian (which at one point was nearing fluency) has been neglected for decades. While living in Borneo, I was good enough with Bahassa Indonesia to communicate with my housekeeper and have very simple conversations with the nice ladies who ran the local restaurant.
Indonesia was the most daunting move I’ve ever made, but a lot was tied up in that move: I was quitting a great job in NYC, selling my loft, and moving literally half way around the world where they spoke a completely unfamiliar language unrelated to any language I had studied in the past.
As we thought about taking up residence in France, I realized that I doubted my ability to become fluent in another language. My fear was based on my failure to have become truly bilingual with my past efforts and concern that it would be even harder in late middle-age. I’m feeling more confident now, thanks to our tutor and consistent practice with DuoLingo. I shop at the market every day and interact with people on the street; I get through my lessons with the tutor, only resorting to English once or twice in an hour (instead of every five minutes); and I’ve had two successful visits to our French veterinary office! Fluency seems like a matter of time now (I accept that I’ll never pass for native).
I’m looking forward to reading your answers to my earlier questions. Comments on Substack are like birthdays on Facebook: the best part!
Do you consider yourself courageous? If so, in what way - there’s lots of ways to be courageous and maybe your particular flavor leads you to some other pursuit.
Whether you have moved abroad or are considering it: what aside from cost and family obligations, are your biggest fears about moving abroad, what holds you back or gives you pause?
Jusqu’à la prochaine fois (until next time)
Roberto & Carolyn
Packed up and left the US for France when the human boil was elected the first time. We are now French citizens and haven’t regretted the move at all.
We are only moving to Montpellier half time (for now), so I'm not sure if we count. To me, it doesn't feel adventurous exactly, just a great way to achieve one of my lifetime goals (living in France) while skipping winters in Vermont at the same time. Montpellier is a dream. I loved it during my first visit in 1997, and it has only gotten better. Lots of people move south as snowbirds in places like Florida or Arizona, but you couldn't possibly pay me enough to live in either of those two places! I am much more comfortable becoming a "oiseau de neige."
For Perry, the hardest part has been exactly that! While he loves our time here (Vermont) and has fallen totally in love with Montpellier, he feels weird about having two homes. In part because of that, we didn't buy a place but will be renting. We only signed the lease 5 days before leaving, so we still haven't been able to enjoy our new (second) home. He also doesn't speak French, whereas I am fluent. Probably his biggest fear was not being able to meet people he could communicate with and make friends, and that turned out not to be difficult at all. But for him, it really is an adventure!
There have been things that have given us pause, especially taxes and estate planning, and those are among the reasons we only want to be in France part time (also, I actually have a job, even if I am starting a phased retirement). But once I retire fully in five years, all that may change...