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Right now we’re feeling pretty overwhelmed. Fridge doesn’t work, dishwasher doesn’t work, I found a dead roach in a drawer, saw a friend, witnessed a fist fight, and more stuff and we only got here Tuesday.

We have our SEF appointment today, which *should* go fine, but I keep fighting the feeling that we’ve made a mistake. What if the animals never adjust? What if I can never learn this damned language well enough? What if we hate it here? What if there’s something we forgot to ship that I’ll be devastated to realize is missing. How do we even get our stuff once it’s here? Where will we put it?? Maybe we shouldn’t have shipped anything? What if they don’t renew our lease? What if we can’t get doctor’s appointments in time to get renewed prescriptions? What if my sister never comes to visit and I never see her again? Will the frustration of not having direct road access because of the bollards be too much hassle?

I’m sure this panic is pretty normal. Moving to another country where you don’t speak the language is big, and I KNOW I need to be more patient with myself, but man it’s tough. It comes in waves, and the jet lag and lack of sleep surely doesn’t help, but it’s exhausting.

We only arrived two days ago, I know I need to just give myself more time to adjust but I do wish these waves would stop. It’s all very exciting but also nerve-wracking.

It’s happening to both of us, so we’re mostly just trying to not have the panics at the same time so we can be strong for each other while the other one melts down.

#Lisbon #Portugal #Immigration