The Netherlands was supposed to be the place I settled down in after almost a decade living around the world. Amsterdam was going to be my symbol of stability… the city where I finally laid down my roots and built something long-lasting. Y‘know, for keeps… forever!
And for a while it looked like that’s exactly how it would go. I felt like I’d won the lottery to be honest: Amsterdam was fantastic, I was very much in love, I’d landed the job of my dreams and together my girl and I had sculpted the perfect little home for ourselves. But in the end our Dutch utopia lasted just four years and the subsequent disintegration of everything I thought my life was going to be nearly killed me. To find out more, have a read of my short story series Notes from The Netherlands.