I went to Spain for five months, he visited, I returned and finished my doctorate. In 2014, I was the chair of the journalism department at a university, and we decided to get married so he could get a Brazilian visa and work in the country. My son graduated from college and was working. We adopted a dog. Without any plan or expectations, we became a normal family.
At that moment, I began to learn that we don’t control anything, that life comes and goes with infinite possibilities, and it will depend on us to fulfill them.
In November 2015, my husband's grandmother, who owned a bed and breakfast in Bar Harbor, passed away, and the family needed someone to manage the inn while they prepared to sell it. My father-in-law made us an offer, and I, already quite stressed with academic life, thought it would be a good break in my career, so I could take stock.
We moved to Bar Harbor in 2016, and I put on a different hat: I went from being a doctor in communication to being a housekeeper. For three years, we lived in what I call paradise, and I took a crash course in hotel management and in the way of life in Maine. I ended up falling in love with the people, the state, the nature, the simple way of solving things. But, over time, the enormous difference between winter and summer and the lack of year-round activities took their toll. I needed intellectual stimulation and started applying for various positions at universities across the country. I collected hundreds of rejections. I couldn't even get interviews. It seemed like I wasn't meant to teach in the US.
Six months after I moved to the US, my son moved to Panama (2017), where he met my daughter-in-law, who is French.