Originally written during our move to the Netherlands in 2011.
Funny how life can be moving along one day, and the next, everything you own is packed into boxes and crates, ready to be shipped across the world. After growing up in Michigan and spending my adult life in Texas, our family was moving to the Netherlands. Around my age, most people might call this a midlife crisis. I wouldn’t call it a crisis, but life-altering? Absolutely.
We arrived in the Netherlands on July 4th, 2011. For my home country, Independence Day. For me, “Where Can I Find the Closest Bed Day.” Schiphol Airport in Amsterdam greeted us with luggage, two kids, and our two dogs in tow. After our pups, Missy and Sugar, proudly showed the border patrol their “Paw’s Ports,” we were off to Eindhoven, our new home.
Exhausted, we drove straight to the house. While everyone else unloaded the luggage, I took the dogs for a quick tour. We hadn’t been there for a minute when Sugar discovered a pond in the backyard that I didn’t even know existed. A square cube of water with steep sides. She fell in. I hauled 120 pounds of soaked dog out. Not to be outdone, Missy followed. Another wet, shivering rescue. By the time everyone else entered the house, they were greeted with two muddy, stinky dogs and me, soaked to the skin. Welcome to Holland!
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and that’s when the adventure began 🙂
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