For me, this has never been either-or.
When I moved from Baltimore, Maryland, to Waterford, Ireland, some 26 years ago, I wasn’t looking to cut the United States out of my life.
I didn’t run from the States. I dove toward opportunity.
Waterford led to Paris… which led to Panama… where I’ve based the Live And Invest Overseas business since 2008.
It’s been a journey of more than two-and-a-half decades that has seen Lief and me reinventing our lives in series. Along the way, in each place where we and our children have landed, we’ve put down roots, made connections, and become part of the community.
We’ve created home bases that today include not only Paris and Panama but also Medellin, Colombia… Istria, Croatia…
And, as of this year, Woodstock, Illinois.
Our ever-evolving plan now has us back in the States, at least some of the time.
We’ve navigated our journey to accommodate our children’s interests… our business agendas… investment opportunities… and, now, aging parents… perpetually adjusting as circumstances continue to evolve.
Our new next-door neighbors here in Woodstock have welcomed us warmly and invited us to join their family for dinner today. When we sit down around their table with them, we, like all Americans, will give thanks for all the bounty and blessings we enjoy.
Chief among the things Lief and I are grateful for this Thanksgiving Day 2024 is your company throughout the journey we’ve been fortunate enough to undertake these past 26 years.
Thank you, dear reader, for your interest, your loyalty, and your custom. It’s all sincerely appreciated. What fun and for what purpose our writing and reporting if not for you reading?
As we head into this year-end holiday season, we at Live And Invest Overseas are taking stock… remembering and reflecting on where we’ve come from… how we’ve gotten where we are now… and looking ahead to where we go from here.
Following is an essay I wrote years ago at this time… sharing stories of our ongoing expat Thanksgiving adventures all these years we’ve been at home overseas.
Please accept it as a small Thanksgiving gift from our family to yours…
Start Your New Life Today, Overseas
“Maybe I should stay home for the day and help you… so you don’t drop the turkey or forget the turkey or burn the turkey,” my 16-year-old son Jackson suggested with a smile earlier this week.
Probably he was angling for a day off school. On the other hand, Jackson had a point.
Lief and I have celebrated many Thanksgivings overseas. Jackson joined us, to the day, on Thanksgiving number 2. He was born Thanksgiving Day 1999, while we were living in Waterford, Ireland.
That Thanksgiving, we were otherwise occupied. However, every other year we’ve been Americans abroad, we’ve celebrated as traditional a Thanksgiving as possible.
There have been hiccups…
One year in Ireland, I dropped the turkey as I was pulling it out from our Stanley cooker. It slid across the black slate floor and settled at Jackson’s feet. He was 2 years old but swears he can remember this.
The next year, we invited friends to help us celebrate. We couldn’t find the 25-pound turkey I wanted, so we opted for two 12-pound birds. I cooked one and placed it in the Stanley’s warming oven while I cooked the second.
Turned out one was all we needed for the group… and I forgot about the turkey in the warming oven until the next morning. When I pulled it out, it was black as charcoal. Again, Jackson remembers and enjoys retelling the tale.
Those early years in Waterford, Ireland, you couldn’t buy a turkey, not plucked or in any condition other than roaming around a barnyard. Nor could you find cranberry sauce or pumpkin pie filling in any supermarket. A friend helped me source farm-fresh birds that, those first couple of years, she and I plucked by hand. We did without the cranberry sauce and the pumpkin pie.
In Paris, preparing an authentic Thanksgiving dinner was easy enough, thanks to a store on rue Saint Paul in the 4th arrondissement that has since closed but shared the holiday’s name. Each year we were living in Paris, my two children and I would set out early the Saturday before to walk along the river from our apartment in the 7th to “Thanksgiving” in the 4th. It’s an hour-long meander along the Seine that qualifies as one of the world’s best walks.
Going was pure delight, chattering with my children as we made our way along the quai, stopping to look in the windows of antique shops, art galleries, bookstores, and boutiques, young Jackson racing across the cobblestones of the Place de l’Institut, teenaged Kaitlin pausing to look at the Toulouse-Lautrec posters and old vinyl records on offer from the riverside hawkers.
We’d take the Pont Neuf across the Île de la Cité to the other side of the river, stopping to rest on the white stone bench at the center of the bridge before carrying on to our destination on the rue Saint Paul.
For the walk back home, we’d be loaded down with sacks of American specialty items we indulged in at this time of year only. In addition to cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie filling, the tastes of American life we splurged on included Kool-Aid and Kraft Macaroni & Cheese for Jackson and Aunt Jemima pancake mix and syrup for the bunch of us.
Jackson had never heard of Kool-Aid or Aunt Jemima before our visits to Thanksgiving, so, for him, these indulgences became as associated with the annual American feast day as turkey and mashed potatoes.
The turkey, though, you couldn’t get from Thanksgiving… or from any supermarket in Paris, at least not a turkey of the size we wanted for Turkey Day. This we had to special-order, weeks in advance, from a boucherie (butcher). Fortunately, for us, there was a great one on our block. One year, though, we waited too long to place our order, and our neighborhood butcher wasn’t able to oblige our turkey request.
We found another boucherie, in the 1st, who was. Thanksgiving Day around noon Lief set out on foot (we’ve never owned a car in Paris) to retrieve our roasted bird from the mile-away butcher shop. Lief returned, a couple of hours later, winded and weary. It’s no easy thing, he had learned, to carry a 25-pound turkey, still hot and steaming and wrapped in aluminum foil on a board, a mile through the center of Paris.
Six-year-old Jackson, who’d accompanied his dad for the turkey hunt, had carried back the sack containing the roasting juices.
“I knew I’d better not show up without the juices for the gravy,” Lief explained as he dropped the board with the turkey on the dining room table and then collapsed on the sofa. “Good thing I had Jackson to help.”
Our Paris apartment-sized kitchen wasn’t built for preparing Thanksgiving feasts, but we managed. Lief, Kaitlin, Jackson, and, often, friends of Kaitlin and Jackson, would pitch in.
Sometimes, when we ran out of counter space, this meant, for them, standing in the corner of the kitchen, in the hallway off the kitchen, or out in the dining room holding a tray of biscuits awaiting its turn for the oven or a bowl of bread crumbs that would become the stuffing as soon as I found room somewhere to sit a bowl big enough for the task.
Our Thanksgivings in Panama have been easy to organize and uneventful. This country has been making an effort for decades to import the American way of life, and this is nowhere more evident than in Panama City’s big supermarkets.
At Riba Smith, for example, starting late October, displays offer Ocean Spray cranberry sauce, Libby’s pumpkin pie filling, ready-made pie crust, Stove Top stuffing, and oversized roasting pans. One area of the freezer section is given over to turkeys, available in any size you might want up to 30 pounds.
For Lief and me, one of the biggest upsides of living and investing overseas the way we now long have been is the chance it’s given us to become part of communities in the places we’ve called home.
In Ireland, in Paris, in Panama, and now here in Woodstock, we’ve made friends and connections. We’ve established the infrastructure of a life in series. Thanksgiving is an opportunity to recognize and appreciate the communities that have welcomed and supported us.
On behalf of the entire Live And Invest Overseas community, Happy Thanksgiving.
Until next time,
Kathleen Peddicord
Founding Publisher, Overseas Opportunity Letter
