It’s been 5 months since my last post. In 8 years of blogging, I’ve never gone more than a few weeks, so 5 months feels like a lifetime. I’ve been wanting to write and yet, I haven’t. I’ve hit a phase here where now that we’ve bought a house here in the Netherlands, I’m feeling rather content. My blogging was a way to deal with frustrations, celebrate victories and more than anything, to have a record of this adventure for the kids when they got older. But things change and so have I. Continue reading
I’ve been a bit incommunicado lately. I don’t have one good reason, but several weak ones. I’ve been busy. And I had a little freak out about putting my family on a public forum (still kind of freaking out about that). Between the new house and new puppy, our 2016 ended on a beautifully high, but very busy, note. It was a year full of positive change and self discovery and now that the new year is well under way (I’m sooooo far behind in my writing), we’ve been making even more changes to our lives and my writing had been taking a bit of a back burner to getting things done. Continue reading
While we still own a property in the US and only sold our primary house back in 2015, it feels like ages since we’ve had a house that’s ours. I think that’s because for the last 7 years abroad, we’ve been renting. It feels like forever when I last felt like something was mine. Continue reading
You read about how we are buying a house in the Netherlands in my last entry, in fact we’ve already closed on the property as of December 30th. I’m still in shock that we’ve gone ahead and made this leap!! But as far as you, the reader, goes, I’m still talking about the process of what it took to get to this point.
Do you ever go online and look at houses? Or do a drive by through a neighborhood that you really like? Maybe we’re just strange that way but it’s something we totally do. Especially when we are on vacation. On our trip to Portugal this spring, we actually got as far as googling international schools in the area. It’s all about fantasizing about a different life. Not necessarily better, just different. Continue reading
I never, ever thought I would say that. In fact, when I was turning 40, I didn’t think much of it. It happened during the crux of our terrible first year here in the Netherlands. So more than anything, I just wanted it to come and go without any fanfare. I had no friends here to celebrate with and my family (other than Josh and the kids) were 4000 miles away. What was there to celebrate? Continue reading
As you know, we’ve recently sold our house (while Josh was home with us in July). This wasn’t just any house. This was the house where so much in our lives happened. It wasn’t our first house together, but it was the one we were in the longest. We bought this house before we were engaged. While living here, we got engage, got married, adopted 2 dogs, had 2 children, connected with countless new friends and made a million memories. Continue reading
On Monday afternoon, the kids and I arrived back “home”. Home as defined by me. Not my kids. Though Liam was incredibly excited the notion of going back home. Aidan…not so much. The idea of spending his whole summer vacation in this super boring place where we always do the same thing every single year (his words, not mine) was not his idea of a good time. Continue reading
When we left Massachusetts almost 5 1/2 years ago, it was for just 2 years. At the time, those two years seemed like they would be the longest years of our lives. It was our first time living outside Massachusetts, much less outside of the US! With our plan to come back “soon” we held on to many of our American ties, not ready to fully immerse ourselves in European life – food, tv, clothing brands, medicine and… our house. Continue reading
Until Josh and I moved to Spain, it had been over 12 years since we had last been renters. When we were 23 we bought our first home and never looked back. So it was strange to be in a position where we wouldn’t own the home we lived in while living in Spain. But it was something that we knew we would adjust to over time.
Renting in the US is very different than renting in Spain. I think it comes down to expectations. In the US, I expect that for my dollar that I will get a certain quality, that there will be regular maintenance on the Continue reading