06/05/2026
One year ago today we put our old house on the market and our move to the Netherlands started becoming very real.
I remember standing in the kitchen after the photos were done, looking around at the house we had spent years making our own.
The house wasn’t the hard part. The hard part was knowing that if it sold, there was no going back.
Until that point, moving to the Netherlands had mostly existed in conversations. It was something we were planning, researching, and working toward. But there was still a difference between preparing for a move and actually leaving. Putting our house on the market felt like crossing a line.
I remember wondering if we were making the right decision. Not because we didn’t have our reasons, but because we were walking away from so much that was familiar.
Friends. Family. My business. The routines we’d built. The life we’d spent years creating.
There wasn’t one single reason we moved. It was a hundred conversations over a long period of time about the future, about what we wanted for our family, and about the kind of life we wanted to experience while our kids were still young.
A year later, I can honestly say the move has been both harder and better than I expected. There are things I miss all the time. There are also moments here that make me stop and think, “I’m so glad we did this.”
Today isn’t really the anniversary of listing our house. It’s the anniversary of the moment we committed to a completely different chapter. And looking back, I’m grateful we were willing to take the risk.
