tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798372697599428727.post8753730826755713842..comments2024-01-26T02:50:31.892+01:00Comments on Turning Dutch: Pre and Post Expat Life: My Life Part I & IIAmanda van Mulligenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17328016562973171711noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798372697599428727.post-15434089063361615562016-01-11T13:46:08.626+01:002016-01-11T13:46:08.626+01:00Very well put! "Enjoy sharing your memories o... Very well put! "Enjoy sharing your memories of your old life with your new family and introducing your old family to your new life" is a great summary of life when you choose to move abroad!!! :-)Amanda van Mulligenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17328016562973171711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798372697599428727.post-83469443144734639402016-01-11T13:44:53.676+01:002016-01-11T13:44:53.676+01:00Home is indeed wherever you are willing to make it...Home is indeed wherever you are willing to make it - and where the heart is :-) Thank you for your kind words!Amanda van Mulligenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17328016562973171711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798372697599428727.post-44397854421019902452016-01-11T12:17:09.771+01:002016-01-11T12:17:09.771+01:00This is again proof that Home is where the heart i...This is again proof that Home is where the heart is. I love to read your scribbles every now and again. Makes me not just smile but also comprehend how life in Netherlands is seen through others eyes. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05013591175525288786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798372697599428727.post-47752092265244461012015-01-30T17:58:28.859+01:002015-01-30T17:58:28.859+01:00It is always strange watching worlds collide and s...It is always strange watching worlds collide and separate like this. <br /><br />I remember a few years ago visiting my uncle and aunt in Assen where my Oma en Opa lived and where I lived with them for a while. I showed her house to my husband and children, we drove along streets I used to scoot along (before it was popular!) and ate in Opa's favourite restaurant. I saw the ghosts of my grandparents and my mother on every corner, I think my uncle felt it too as he watched our children play on my mother's old bike. Some of the happiest moments of my childhood came flooding back.<br /><br />I felt an immense sadness that this part of my life is not part of theirs (Oma en Opa would have loved my husband and adored the kids). We go back every few years for a quick visit but my connection with the city is gone. I don't want to live that type of life and I love my family just the way it is. Memories can trick us sometimes!<br /><br />Enjoy sharing your memories of your old life with your new family and introducing your old family to your new life.Ersatz Expathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03715056719284523304noreply@blogger.com