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Silly as it may seem, given that I haven’t lived in the UK since 2002, I’ve only relatively recently embraced the fact that I am an expat. I’m not entirely sure what I considered myself to be before sticking this label to myself and wearing it without cringing.  A traveller, probably.

Not the straggly-haired, stripy-clothed ‘traveller’ who never seems to go very far with their mangy-looking dogs and begging signs. No, I mean ‘traveller’ in the adventurous, experience-seeking explorer sense. I suppose it’s not that surprising really when you consider that it was a 16-month round-the-world backpacking trip which made me realize that the UK was not the place I wanted to live my life.

Stereotypes and lifestyles

To escape the gloom of life in the UK I embarked on a career teaching English as a foreign language (TEFL). I signed up for a teacher training course in Barcelona and stayed there for two years. Throughout the time I lived and worked in Spain, I never once thought of myself as an expat. A foreigner, definitely. But in my mind, expats were older, wealthier and more settled, and living a completely different lifestyle from mine.

I’ll own up now; there may have been some inverted snobbery involved, too. The term ‘expat’ always seemed to have negative connotations for some reason. The jealousy and spitefulness of those stuck in the drudgery of the homeland, imagining expats supping sangria by the pool all day had unconsciously poisoned my notions of what constituted an expat.

Teaching English won’t make anyone rich

That supposed life of leisure and luxury was far removed from the life I was leading, scratching a living and being exploited by cheap skate language schools. With less money to live on than I’d had as a student, I didn’t even feel like a fully fledged adult, even though I was in my early thirties at that point.

I became a proper grown-up when I moved to Tanzania and started earning a bit more money but teaching English is never going to make me or anyone else rich. There was still a gulf between my lifestyle and that of the full-blown expats whose 4-wheel-drives used to leave everyone on the street in a cloud of dust as they hurtled past on their way back to their villas with pools and servants. In many ways, the foreigners I met there only served to confirm the stereotype I was comparing myself against.

No roots

Meanwhile, the transient nature of my own life was becoming an issue. I knew I wouldn’t be staying in Tanzania forever, which made it more difficult to form lasting friendships or make plans for the future. This sense of impermanence became intolerable during my year in Venezuela.

In moving to Portugal, I put an end to that temporary lifestyle. Like many fellow English teachers who return to Europe after stints abroad, I was relieved to find a place to stop and put down roots. It wasn’t long before I’d fallen in love, not only with Portugal, but with my husband, Mike. Portugal is my home, and where the biggest chunk of my heart is.

Home at last

Through settling down here, I’ve come to know people from all walks of life and many different countries who have built a new life for themselves in Portugal. Needless to say, they’re not all rich or retired and they don’t swan around drinking cocktails all of the time. They’re just people, like me.

I’m still a traveller; I hope I always will be. But now I’m proud and happy to call myself an expat, too.

If you’re thinking of moving to Portugal, or any other country for that matter, you’ll need to do your homework. I’d start by reading A Better Life For half The Price In Portugal And 17 Other Countries.

Another extremely valuable resource is Buying Property in Portugal by Gabrielle Collinson. It is full of down-to-earth realistic advice that will help you really understand what you’d be letting yourself in for, and where to get information and further support. Even if you’re planning to rent rather than buy, it’s still well worth spending a little bit of money on.

This post is part of my Personal A to Z of Portugal and I know I’ve bent the rules a little with my ‘X is for…’, for which I apologise.

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12 Comments

  1. Oh, what a lovely post, Julie! It’s lovely to see that you have found such happiness, both in your lovely Mike and in the amazing area of Portugal in which you chose to put down roots.

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      Thanks, Vivienne. I don’t always make the right choice but I think I’ve done okay with these two 🙂

  2. I don´t even consider myself an expat or immigrant, I try to blend in and live life the way the locals live! Gosh, you have also been around a few countries just like us. Glad you found the country where you feel comfortable, that is the most important thing!

    1. Author

      Thanks, Sami. You’re right, it’s great to be in the ‘right’ place at last. I suppose I only really started to think about applying such labels to myself when I got into blogging. Having a word to define my status doesn’t change the way I behave in real life but it has opened up new avenues and online communities that I hadn’t even considered before.

  3. Expats, I suppose come in a variety of styles! I’d never really developed an idea of what an expat was until I was set to become one. Then it formed through the pictures others painted. Unsurprisingly, when I actually took the leap it was nothing like any of them had hinted it would be;

    …much better if you ask me!

    1. Author

      Glad to hear it. At the end of the day, we’re just a bunch of people who live in a different country and we make what we can of it .

  4. oh brilliant post! I too struggle with the whole ‘expat’ term – I don’t have a yacht or play golf or lie in the sun all day – so have no idea how to describe myself either! glad I’m not the only one who just wants to enjoy life in a beautiful place – and still ‘work’ too!
    And so glad you have somewhere you can now call ‘home’ – for however long that lasts – and that you have found love and happiness where you are.

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      Me too! I just hope the austerity measures don’t bring the dream crashing down around my ears.

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