Some people are stayers. They live their whole life in the same place they were born/grew up. But that’s not me. I’ve always been attracted to foreign languages and culture, and one of the things I have always wanted to do was to live in another country. It’s not that I don’t love Mexico (my homeland), but for me, living in the Netherlands was equal to living my dream life.
In the first year, everything was magical. I dedicated my time to exploring my new city (Groningen), and I stuffed my mouth with suiker brood (sugar bread). So many things were new to me. To begin with, I had never seen snow. I will always remember the first moment I got out of the train at Central Station. I grabbed the snow from the ground, threw it in the air, and jumped with joy like a child. I also had never seen a dishwasher before, and I never had a vacuum cleaner in Mexico.
The second year, the novelty started to wear off. I had tried all the cheese you can imagine, and by then, I knew how to ride a bike without hands. So, I focused on my career and enrolled in a master’s program at the University of Groningen. Six months later, I quit. I just wasn’t committed and in love with the studies. So, I took a break from university, and I went down the path of entrepreneurship.
During my third year, I was depressed for three months. In fact, it was more like a year. I was in such a dark place. I looked fine on the outside, but inside, I was dying slowly. There was not much left of the young woman who had once moved to a first-world country with a bunch of hope and dreams. I fantasized about going back to Mexico.
Someone once told me that she was able to adapt in three years. It wasn’t like that for me. After three years of living here, I still had feelings of resentment towards this country. It took me a long time to be able to call this country home.
The fourth year was an interesting one. I was as bipolar as the Dutch weather. One day I loved it here, and the next I was ready to pack my bags. For me, it was the hardest year because I stood somewhere in the middle. I didn’t really want to go back to Mexico but staying felt daunting. One thing I knew for sure was that being here was the result of a series of choices and actions I had made in the past. I personally contributed to getting my Dutch residency. I even went through a long examination period, before and after moving here. (Inburgering, anyone?)
One day, it just hit me. I was behaving like a victim when there was no one to blame. So instead of drowning in my own pity, I decided to make the most out of this beautiful country. But even though I’m finally settling in, there are still some things I hate about the Netherlands:
1. The weather. Do I even have to explain? I hate the Dutch gloomy weather. I also hate to look like a raccoon because my mascara has run all under my eyes due to windy/rainy weather.
2. Cycling. This one might surprise you, but I’m not one of those folks who every time they’re riding their bike, they’re happy. Don’t get me wrong. I do love biking when the weather is nice. But that isn’t the case 90% of the time. That being said, I hate biking when it’s windy, snowy, or rainy.
3. The boring, flat landscape.
4. “Mexican-Dutch” food. I hate that the Dutch have a poor concept of Mexican cuisine. Can someone please tell them that hard shell tacos aren’t real tacos? And that you put cilantro, onion, and un chingo de salsa (a whole lot of sauce) in your taco instead of lettuce, grated cheese, and/or sour cream? I also hate when people throw some corn or beans in a dish and claim it Mexican. And don’t get me started with Mexican restaurants: the food is pricey and rarely authentic.
5. How far it is from the American continent. I hate that the Netherlands is so far from Puebla (Mexico) and California (the U.S), two of my favorite places in the world and where my family and best friends live. Not to mention how expensive it is to fly there.
That being said, there are more things I LOVE about the Netherlands than I hate.
1. My partner. I love the Netherlands because here, I met the love of my life, who is the sweetest Dutchman on earth.
2. Growth. I love the Netherlands because it made me leave my comfort zone, and I believe that’s the path to self-growth. I have also become more resilient.
3. Languages. I love that I was able to improve my English, and I added a new language to my arsenal (Dutch). I feel like a badass when I switch languages. Being able to speak (and write) fluently in three languages is a gift and a superpower.
4. I love the Netherlands because it makes it right. I have known little to no corruption while living here.
5. Health insurance. In contrast to many other countries, health insurance in the Netherlands is mandatory, and the government is responsible for the accessibility of it. This means everyone has access to good quality health care, which makes life so much more enjoyable.
6. I love that it feels safe.
7. I enjoy the seasons of the year much more. I used to only have flats in my wardrobe, but living here has taught me to spice things up. I can now enjoy the snow once a year, and I appreciate sunny days. Also, back in Mexico, I wasn’t really “a flower person.” I’ve come to love flowers, and I treat myself to some now and then.
8. Traveling. Schiphol Airport in Amsterdam is only two hours away, and it connects us to many other wonderful European countries. I’ve been able to travel to Spain, the U.K, Belgium, Germany, Italy, Ireland, and more.
9. Coffee. The Dutch are coffee drinkers. So, it’s likely that you’ll be offered coffee or you’ll find a coffee machine wherever you go. If you’re a coffee lover like me, hearing the words Koffie? or Koekje erbij? is probably music to your ears.
10. People. I have met people–Dutch and from other nationalities– who have been kind to me and have made my world a better place.
11. Dutch traditions and food. I love Sinterklaas, pepernoten, and oliebollen, and I can’t imagine my life without them.
12. Organization. Contrary to Mexico, here in the Netherlands, you can’t just drop by a friend’s house just because you happen to be in the neighborhood. I mean, you can, but that’s not how the Dutch work. So, if you ask a friend or relative to meet for coffee, they’ll probably check their agenda first. Then, they’ll reply with “Volgende week/maand?” (“What about next week/month?”) At first, this lack of spontaneity bothered me. But with time, I’ve come to appreciate it. Keeping an agenda helps me organize my week better, and I encounter fewer interruptions when I’m working from home.
13. Dutch canals. No matter how many times I’ve walked/biked along Groningen canals, I NEVER get tired of them.
Even though I would still like to experience living in another city/country for a year or two, when I think of settling down, the Netherlands ranks first. I want to grow old and raise my children here. If I could go back in time, I would still move to the Netherlands without a doubt, because in the end, it all has been worth it.If I could go back in time, I would still move to the Netherlands without a doubt, because in the end, it all has been worth it. Click To Tweet
At the time I’m writing this blog post, I’m feeling satisfied with my life. I’ve developed attachment to this place and things are falling into place. I’m the happiest I’ve been in a while, and soon, I’ll be getting my Dutch citizenship!
It all comes down to changing your perspective. Like Paulo Coelho says:
“You can either be a victim of the world or an adventurer in search of treasure. It all depends on how you view your life.”
Or in Wayne Dyer’s words:
“If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.”If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change. Click To Tweet
What are some of the things that you love and hate about the place where you live? Tell me in the comments!