Serenity in a New Life

I was used to the hustle and bustle of the Seattle night. Fire engines running ramped, police sirens dispersing through the night and the shouting from drunks who could not care that people were sleeping. More than once I woke up in the wee hours to the ruckus. But it is so quiet, almost eerie in this tiny village.

I walked into town the other day which was a very big coup for me as I do not know the language and the thought of a villager speaking to me fills me with dread. Words have always been my strength but here I am stripped of my super power, not being able to communicate is my kryptonite.

It is snowing here. Snow, such a foreign concept for this girl who grew up on the hot, sandy beaches of Miami. I chose to pack extra high heels in lieu of a parka and am seriously regretting this decision. I also have no idea how to pilot a bicycle through all this white powder.

On my walk I came across a pair of goats. They looked like they were smiling, almost welcoming me to this new life. I was greeted by many things in my daily life in Seattle but goats, were never apart of the programming. I wonder if I will ever get used to all this tranquility, this peace that surrounds this new place. Though I do have to admit how nice it is to sleep through the night without being alarmed by an explosive lover’s spat in the dead of the night, smack dab under my apartment window.


Going Dutch

Today is the 6th day of my new life. On March 1st of this year, I boarded a plane in Seattle after packing or purging all my worldly possessions and moved to the Netherlands. I had been thinking about doing this ever since I met my Dutch boyfriend but the thinking and the doing are 2 very different species. My reality is that I am now a girl in a new Country and can truly make this adventure into anything I want. Now, only if I felt so brave.

I was working on board a cruise ship for Holland America. I had the fun-filled position of Party Planner in which I got to travel around the world teaching cooking, hosting events and crafting at sea. It was incredibly fabulous for awhile until the rigors of sea life started to catch up with me and then I met my boyfriend in Antarctica.

It was just another cruise for me but interestingly enough, a few days before he boarded as a passenger I asked the Universe for a new relationship. My only requests were that it be passionate, incredibly honest and authentic and that we would have great sex. Little did I know then that my wishes would be granted tri-fold and that two years later, I would be sitting at his kitchen table in the tiny village he was born in, writing my first blog post.

My background is incredibly varied. I have been (in no particular order) a showgirl, a clothing designer, an aspiring TV host, worked for a famous boxing trainer, a cook, a seamstress, manager of an art gallery amongst a slew of other career stops. Though through it all I have always wrote and writing has been one of my primary passions for as long as I can remember. I would love to chronicle my new life here, this crazy huge journey that I have just undertook. I live in the Northern part of the Netherlands, I do not yet speak Dutch, I can barely ride a bicycle and the idea of driving stick-shift scares the beejezus outta me- let alone trying to navigate the world on ice skates. But here I am, Going Dutch.