Moving to the Netherlands
Ever have an idea or dream that sits in the back burner of your mind only to surprisingly come to the forefront at the most unexpected time? So begins the story of our BIG move...
"Wouldn't it be cool to live in Europe someday?"
That's where it started. A semi-plan/fantasy in the near off undetermined future. 5-8 years. Maybe. Who knows? Life keeps happening and distracting us in different directions.
Enter December 2015. A date pops into my head that I knew was when we were supposed to arrive in Europe. April 17, 2017. Pretty specific.
My husband Paul, seemingly out of the blue, says "Hey, weird, but I got a date of when we should move to Europe." I had said nothing to him about the same thing happening to me. Do tell, I say back.
"April, 17, 2017"
What? Wait, WHAT?! I tell him the same date came to me too.
We look at each other, then say, "I guess we're moving to Europe, April 17, 2017."
It was decided.
Our plane landed on March 29, 2017. No place to live yet. No jobs. 9 suitcases. Our 12 year old cat Stella, and our 5 year old son. Many called us brave. Some called us foolish. But isn't all of life like that? Everyone has a different perspective or opinion on your choices. Ultimately, you have to do what feels right for you.
Through serendipitous events which makes for a much longer and even better story, our place found us. Paul had been quite active on a Facebook group, Expats Utrecht, asking every question under the sun, sharing our story along the way of getting way to cross the ocean from the West Coast of America to the Netherlands. Against all odds of being likely to find a place to live without secured job contracts, someone reached out to us that had been following our story via the group. Normally, she'd proceed with the expected requirements for renting her place out. With us, she said, "I just have a good feeling, like an intuition about you two living here."
The date we moved in to our new home?
April 17, 2017
Intuition confirmed. We had officially arrived.