I consider myself a person always on the move… I’m on the move in various aspects: personal developments, physical developments, emotional developments as well as establishing new friends and business relationships. However, also geographically: I move around from foreign country to foreign country and settle there for a period of time with the goal of gaining cultural understanding and perspective. I love it! For me, life is all about constantly moving – in one way or another. Develop as a person! I have to develop in order to feel like I’m living – if I don’t, I feel like I’m waisting my life… And I don’t want to waste my life! As such, when it comes to my geographical relocations, people often ask me how I decide on where to live – what country and city. Truth is, I follow my intuition and so far it’s been a rather good experience to say the least. I have a pretty good gut feeling, which some people can’t relate to. However, I’ve always followed my intuition – in all aspects of life. It has never failed me. So when it, time after time, tells me that my next abroad relocation ought to be a certain city, I’m listening… My intuition told me, when I was very young, that I should become a traveler. Moreover, it guided me towards the right educational programmes and told me to pursue London for my first abroad move, Dublin for my next and Berlin for my third. As a result, I’ve made some of my best decisions with it.
A year ago, listening to music one late evening with a glass of white wine, I found myself imagining my future – my near future. Suddenly, I saw myself in lively Amsterdam’s streets and squares surrounded by old beautiful houses and canals. A sense of happiness came over me and I was sure: That’s where I would relocate once I finished university. Maybe influenced by my latest musical discovery, the music artist, George Ezra, and his song, A Blind Man in Amsterdam, or the wine, however, my intuition told me A’dam was the city for me. This feeling lead to days of wondering and doing research on Amsterdam while getting in touch with people living there – nothing that would change my mind, on the contrary! Gradually, I fell more and more in love with the idea of living there. I was certain: Amsterdam is was. It felt like an epiphany, and I could now start to plan my life after university.
In my mind – my imagination, I made up an entire life there with my first job, new friends and a flat shared with great roommates, and I couldn’t wait. Exploring the city, scrolling through its streets and squares, visiting the Royal Palace and the infamous Red Light District, taking a boat tour on one of the many canals, exploring the ’I Amsterdam’ sign and landmark not to forget the Anne Frank House as well as Van Gogh Museum, doing city tours and hearing about Amsterdam’s history and culture as well as explore the famous Dutch mills and tulip fields… The list goes on… However, also things as simple as taking a walk in one of the many beautiful parks there, buying flowers for my room at flower markets, finding new friends (and love), going to concerts and comedy gigs, visiting a cafe or taking a bus or metro ride while listening to Dutch people talk, not understanding a word, however, eager to learn the language – getting lost in the language: Miscommunicate, laugh, explore, understand, learn, try speaking Dutch. All these great things that life throws at you – that is life.
… Even though this, of course, is all in my imagination, it feels real in the sense that it could be. At the same time, based on outcomes from previous abroad relocations and the grounds on which they were decided, I have no reasons not to trust my intuition because they have turned out wonderful. As a result, the decision was easy: Listen to my gut feeling and relocate to Amsterdam. At the time, I, of course, was to finish my six months internship in Dublin and another six months thesis writing in Berlin first, which I was extremely excited about as well – all the adventures! However, the thought of Amsterdam in Holland being my first permanent abroad relocation felt so right – and it still does now only three months ahead!
Since my epiphany a little over a year ago, I’ve been planning this relocation and a lot of interesting things have happened throughout the last year concerning my plans – one thing in particular: A little over a half a year after my decision was made, I was talking to a dear friend from back home where I grew up. We discussed living abroad and for some reason, we decided we would move to Amsterdam together once we finished university. She had visited Amsterdam in her teens and had been keen to move there ever since. As a result, it seemed like a good idea. After all, we’ve been close friends for almost a decade now. So… This became the plan that we would move towards the following months. It’s just amazing when imagination becomes reality.
However, upon my arrival back in Denmark in June this year, unfortunately, my bank caused me a minor set-back in my plans. I couldn’t afford moving there right away so I had to take a loan, which my bank wasn’t keen on. As a result, due to six months of intense saving up money for my relocation, I won’t move to Amsterdam until January. I’m not too bumped out about this, as I will get there eventually. Being positive, I see this set-back as extra time to plan all the practical matters in connection to the relocation. My friend, however, moved there four months ago. When I’ll relocate there too, we’ll share a flat together with another girl. As for now, I’m impatiently waiting for my big relocation – for my life as a grown-up(-ish) to start, my future. Meanwhile, I’m enjoying time with my family while recharging my travel batteries and undertaking an internship here in Denmark.
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