How I Wound Up Living in the Netherlands

How I Wound Up in the Netherlands

As a foreigner living in the Netherlands, I’m asked quite frequently what I think of this country — often by people who don’t seem to like it all that much themselves.

In fact, the question I probably get more than any other is, “Why would you want to live here?” (Usually accompanied by a raised eyebrow and that generally unimpressed tone the Dutch have when they speak in English.)

Normally, I just tell them my boyfriend is Dutch, and it seems to be a sufficient explanation for most; but actually, that’s only part of the story.

Houses along the canal in Amsterdam, Netherlands
Houses along the canal in Amsterdam

Note: This is not advice for how YOU can move to the Netherlands; it’s merely the story of how I got here. My US passport, generally privileged background, and a whole lotta luck had more to do with it than any cunning or moxie I may possess.

I left the US for New Zealand about six months after graduating from the University of Minnesota back in 2010. I was 22 years old and had no idea what I wanted to do, besides that, if possible, I wanted to do it overseas.

I looked into a few options — internship programs, being an au pair — but eventually settled on New Zealand’s working holiday visa, mostly because of its flexibility. After 17 years of straight school, I was ready to throw a schedule out the window and just “do whatever.” (Also, it was free.*) Being a US passport holder, acquiring the WH visa was incredibly easy; I applied online and was approved within 24 hours.

Hennepin Avenue Bridge over the Mississippi River -- Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA
Hennepin Avenue Bridge in Minneapolis, Minnesota

I didn’t go away planning to stay away, and I didn’t go away planning to come back. I just…went.

I was lucky, in a way, because I didn’t have to make a decision about if or when I would return. I had no children, no mortgage, no corporate ladder I was determined to climb, no passion project I would have to leave behind. I, quite simply, had nothing much going on (and it might be the only time that could be considered a positive).

People told me I was “brave,” but honestly — I don’t know what else I could have done that would have worked out better or been any easier. The visa was practically handed to me on a silver platter, and it didn’t require any commitment besides “show up in the next 12 months if you want to use this.” Compared to sorting out my long-term goals, hopping on a plane was a piece of cake.

Seagulls on the beach in Kaikoura, New Zealand
Seagulls on the beach in Kaikoura

Mountain views in Tongariro National Park
Mountain views in Tongariro National Park

Northwest coast of New Zealand's South Island
Northwest coast, South Island

After a year of traveling around New Zealand and working various jobs (ranging from “caravan barista” to “door-to-door Greenpeace fundraiser”), I began working at a cafe in Queenstown’s teeny tiny airport. My employer offered to sponsor a work visa for me once my current one ran out; and since the job was a great fit for my lifestyle — lots of hours and very flexible — I took them up on the offer. I never thought my fine barista skills would be enough to land me an employer-sponsored visa in a foreign country, but there you are.

So I found myself living in New Zealand — but I wasn’t really living in New Zealand. I spent the first nine months of my time in Queenstown in a hostel dorm room. When I did finally move out, it was to a fully furnished apartment, and the only new thing I bought was a duvet set. My job allowed me to take a decent amount of leave; I could do things like spend three months traveling in the US, Indonesia, and Western Australia, and come back if and when I wanted to (or, more accurately, when my savings ran low and I needed to work again).

Monkeys in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia
Monkeys in Ubud, Bali

Gili Trawangan, Indonesia
The island of Gili Trawangan

Cottesloe Beach, Western Australia, Australia
Cottesloe Beach, Western Australia

Most importantly, my life could still fit in a suitcase at five minutes’ notice — which was exactly the way I wanted it.

During year three in NZ, I met Simon. He was in the middle of his own working holiday visa in NZ, but he’d already applied and been approved for a visa for Australia, and planned on heading there later in the year.

As things progressed, I quickly began thinking about joining him. We hadn’t been together very long, but as many people will tell you, relationships can be funny while you’re traveling long-term — whether they’re friendly, romantic, or anything else. Rather than the gradual cultivation I was used to, my relationships with others formed quickly, often intensely. Sometimes, you become best friends with someone for three days and never see them again. Sometimes, you have a passionate love affair with someone who’s last name you never know. And sometimes, you start casually dating “some Dutch guy,” and then decide to accompany him to another country.

In addition, it was just plain timing. After three years in New Zealand, and more than two in Queenstown, I was becoming restless, and I was ready for a new job. Australians offer US citizens the same visa as NZ (though theirs sure ain’t free), so I’d always planned on going there at some point. Why not now?

I should also note that traveling to Australia with Simon didn’t mean I was hitching myself to his wagon. I had my own visa and, at this point, years of experience being overseas on my own. Regardless of what happened, I knew I’d be okay to go it alone.

So, barely six months into our relationship, Simon and I left New Zealand and started living in Melbourne — though we’ve already covered what I mean by “living.” We worked in Melbs for several months; then traveled through Tasmania, Western Australia, and outback Queensland, finishing the year with a road trip from Cairns to Sydney.

View of Federation Square from the Eureka Skydeck -- Melbourne, Australia
View of Melbourne from the Eureka Skydeck

Bay of Fires, Tasmania, Australia
Bay of Fires, Tasmania

Coral Coast of Western Australia
Coral Coast, Western Australia

Outback Australia, Northwest Queensland
Outback of Northwest Queensland

Crocodile on the banks of the Daintree River, Far North Queensland
Crocodile on the banks of the Daintree River, Far North Queensland

After Australia, we were kind of out of visas.

Returning to New Zealand was an option, but one we quickly dismissed. To be honest, after four years of living with one foot out of the door, I was ready for a change. Travel bloggers are always on that “experiences over possessions” game, and I can’t say I blame them most of the time; but there’s something to be said for possessions. Namely, for socks without holes.

I don’t want to downplay the fact that I moved to the Netherlands to be with my boyfriend. I mean, unlike Australia, this is “the real deal.” If we broke up tomorrow, I would likely leave — both for personal and visa reasons. Simon was, and remains, the main factor in my decision to live here. How could he not?

But the choice to move abroad when you’re already living abroad is…different. It doesn’t feel like making a change; you’re simply continuing in the direction of your life’s current momentum. It would have been weirder not to come here. It would be a bigger decision to leave.

Of course, buying furniture was a whole other story.

My adopted Dutch hometown
My new adopted Dutch hometown

* When I applied for my visa in 2010, it was free of charge for US citizens. Things very well may have changed since then, so don’t quote me on this. (Also, don’t tell the British people. They get kind of upset.)

Find more about my life in the Netherlands here.

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I'm an American who has been living abroad in the Netherlands since 2014 -- not in Amsterdam or the Hague, but in a small town in the countryside. My boyfriend is Dutch, but that's only part of the story. Click through to find out the rest.

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