10 years ago today I landed at Schiphol Airport on a cold, rainy Wednesday morning. I’d left Australia 2 days earlier to reunite with Marius in the Netherlands, and become a resident of the Netherlands.
I started this blog as a way to share stories with family and friends back in Australia, and also just talk about the challenges of starting again in a new country. It really wasn’t about anything else – literally a way to spin a couple of stories based on my own unique sense of humour, and entertain my friends and family.
Continue reading “The One About 10 Years Going By …”
It’s been a while and I owe a gazillion blog posts by now. Literally a gazillion. We’ve been to Oman, we’ve been all sick, I’ve been working … it’s endless.
A few weeks back I took a day trip to London. Which sounds way more exciting and adventurous than it actually is – because London is just over an hour’s flight from here and it’s incredibly cheap to get to. You can do it in a day with no problems. Continue reading “The one about the pounds …”
I really want to preface this post by saying – yes, I will be talking about my underpants.
However, I think what’s important to clarify is this : If you’re here because you did a hashtag search on underpants for reasons other than “I’m really that obsessed with one brand of underpants and I’ve been buying them for nearly 25 years and I’m gutted I can’t buy them here.”, this is your time to bow out of the post gracefully. Thanks for the click! 😉 Continue reading “The One About Underpants”
Dear Albert Heijn,
Hi. It’s me again. Remember me? I cheated on you a little while back with grocery deliveries. It’s been a bit of an open relationship for a while, and even last week when you broke something all over my groceries and had to deliver them the next day, I was ok with this. After all – a good relationship is about forgiveness and understanding, and open communication – and I can’t fault the service I got. (Except the mixup over payments, but hey, I’m happy to look the other way.) Continue reading “The one about Albert Heijn and the sprouts …”
In order for me to live (legally) in the Netherlands, I’ve had to do a few things. One, of course, was to be approved to live here with husband … and this came with the condition that I learn Dutch in a ‘timely’ manner (3 and a half years, to be precise) and basically also learn how to be a functioning member of Dutch Society . Continue reading “The one about the Great Residency Permit Hunt.”