Home is an ambiguous concept these days; I'm living in a foreign country in a house filled with things that are someone else's. We brought with us our three dogs, our four-week old baby, and suitcases filled with minimal clothing.
I'd spent the last eight years in Colorado but am originally from Wisconsin, so it was just starting to feel like "home" no longer meant the cold state but the mountainous one when we moved again, this time by plane instead of U-Haul, and over an ocean instead across the city.
So, here we are in Holland, with its neatly arranged gardens, tidy architecture, screaming gulls, and bikes, bikes, bikes. After ten months of nesting and exploring and much trial and error, I now look forward to coming home to Holland after traveling.
Recently, a friend commented how lucky I was to live in such a beautiful place. It's so easy to become accustomed to our surroundings and forget about the wondrous backdrop of our daily life. I think that's why I started this blog, to record the world as it is right now in a meaningful way, for our family to cherish as we age and grow together.
|North Holland charm|
|View from a canal, Amsterdam|
|Scheveningen, The Hague|
|A Sunday drive in the country, North Holland|
|A cycling scene, Amsterdam|
|Neatly arranged pigeons, The Hague|
|Autumn Rembrant-ish sky, Rotterdam|
|One of the few old neighborhoods left, Rotterdam|
|Ice skating, with love, Buitenhof, The Hague|
|Static symmetry, The Hague|
|Full speed ahead, The Hague|
|Poetry at Binnenhof, The Hague|
|Red riding, The Hague|
|Pigeon does Buitenhof, thawed, The Hague|
|Patterns, The Hague|
|Afternoon stroll, The Hague|