Renting Our First Apartment in the Netherlands

Renting an Apartment in the Netherlands -- Em Dashed

Considering how adamant I apparently am that I don’t live in Amsterdam, and how unlikely it is that’s going to change anytime soon (spoiler alert!), the place where I do live has received very little recognition on my blog lately. And considering that I may be the only person, currently or ever, producing content on the Internet about that place in English, it’s especially weird that I’ve forsaken it so frequently to write about places for which that is certainly not the case. Well, no more!

If you’ve read that paragraph and have no idea what I’m talking about, the gist is this: I’m still in Dedemsvaart. And contrary to what you might think about this small, kind-of-country town, exciting things are happening! Big changes are afoot! Simon and I are mere days away from moving into — drumroll please — our very first completely unfurnished and completely unshared (except with each other) apartment.

Yes; while it is true that Simon and I have been living together in some capacity or another for nearly two years, we have never actually resided in a space that was all, or even primarily, ours.

We’ve been through many a hostel, a few camping grounds, small apartments shared with three other guys (one of whom slept in the living room), and no less than three homes owned or occupied by members of Simon’s family — but never our own place. And while this may sound all very romantic freewheeling to you, we are over it. After all, one of us is now 30 (hint: it’s not me) and as his friends have made clear, it’s time for a change.

Simon's 30th Birthday -- Em Dashed
“Simon is 30 and still lives at home. Isn’t it time for your own house?”

Now, as you might imagine, the idea of putting down roots is giving me all kinds of worries and doubts. Since I graduated university, I’ve never lived in an apartment with a lease, or for a period longer than six months. I’ve never owned a set of plates. I’ve subsisted comfortably on the knowledge that, should I wake tomorrow and feel like heading for the hills, I would leave very little debris in my wake. I’ve lived in the Netherlands for over ten months and I still haven’t fully unpacked my suitcase.

This apartment will change all of that.

Not completely, of course. We’re not buying it, we still don’t know where we’ll be next year, and there are no other surprises waiting to be announced (ahem)–not even a goldfish. Let’s not get carried away.

Renting an Apartment in the Netherlands -- Em Dashed

Renting an Apartment in the Netherlands -- Em Dashed

But when the Dutch say “unfurnished,” they really mean it. Tenants have to buy their own appliances, their own light fixtures, their own flooring. I never heard the stereotype that Dutch people are stingy until I arrived in this country, but some days, it seems like they are doing everything they can to convince me it’s true.

Now, when you decide to live in a foreign country, and fork over obscene amounts of money to its immigration department so they don’t kick you out, there’s an unspoken agreement that you will accept […most of] its customs. So okay! We’ll pay for the floor, and I’m done talking about it (pinky promise). But I think you might understand why this apartment is, rented or no, kind of a commitment. And that may sound boring to you, I know; but for someone who has shared a kitchen with thirty strangers for most of my adult life, having my own is right up there with “jumping off a bridge in Queenstown” in terms of excitement. Even if it is in Dedemsvaart, and even if it does come with fugly gray stripes (which, in case you were worried, are the first things to go).

Renting an Apartment in the Netherlands -- Em Dashed

Welcome to the next chapter. It’s gonna be weird for all of us.

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