I am very good at denial. Denial explains why at work people would wonder why I was very rarely ever stressed. I guess being organised helped but I was also quite good at not thinking about deadlines until, well, the deadline came. Why stress about something that is going to happen in two weeks time?
And my friends, they always appeared quite surprised that I was so laid back about moving to Brazil. “I’m fine”, “I’m looking forward to it” , “I’ve been twice before so it shouldn’t be too much problem settling in”, I would say when they asked about how I was feeling about the move to Brazil. That’s the denial again.
And then it happened, the realisation that it was actually going to happen. There had been such a long build up to it (it had been planned well over a year in advance) that it always seemed to be something that would happen in the future. But now it was actually happening.
“BLOODY HELL I’M MOVING TO BRAZIL”.
This was my waking thought on 1st February, 2012, the day of the big move as I realised that we had flogged or given away all our stuff and that whilst I had been to Brazil twice before this was no three week holiday or a back-packing jolly, this was bloody permanent. Oh, and the fact that I can barely speak a word of Portuguese.
What follows will attest as to whether I made my time in Brazil a success…..