09/16/2026
My Pivot Year: A Memoir
Chapter 14: The Park That Held Me
By the end of March, the park in Amadora had become my safe space. In a foreign country where so much felt uncertain, I had created a place of familiarity.
One morning, sitting beside the pond, I cried. Instead of stopping myself, I let the emotions come. Sadness. Fear. Loneliness. Despair. I wondered how much of it had been buried beneath years of simply having to keep going.
I became grateful for the people who acknowledged me each day and for occasionally running into Sunil and Sarah, friends I had stayed with during my previous visit to Portugal.
Sometimes we would sit on a bench and talk, and for those moments, my mind wasn’t racing. I wasn’t questioning myself, the move or everything I still had to figure out.
I could simply be.
While I was still trying to build a new life, that little park had quietly become somewhere I could return to.