I didn’t realise that a whole year later, “home” would still be largely undefined. I didn’t know I’d be coming back to the worst economic crisis for decades. And though I tried to prepare myself for it, I had no idea that the reverse culture shock I was about to experience would lead to confusion in almost every aspect of my daily life.
Now a whole year has flown by almost as fast as that plane that carried me over the North Sea to my new life. I haven’t done all the things I wanted to, not by half. There are still many doubts and uncertainties, and on paper you could say I was better off where I was. But Amsterdam was always liked that – it ticked all the boxes but something in my heart felt wrong. And a year on, in an old-new country I still have boxes that need ticking but my heart at long last, knows it’s in the right place.