In October 2008 I visited Amsterdam for a few days. It was probably my fifth visit to the Venice of the North and every time I had felt very much at home. Walking in the streets along the canals one beautiful October evening I suddenly decided to come and live in Amsterdam. Just there and then! So upon my return to Copenhagen I immediately put my apartment up for sale and started the huge amount of paperwork involved in the process of becoming an expat (I was moving from one EU country to another after all!). Anyhow, exactly two years ago today I could finally start my rented van loaded with a few possessions and let the Navigon Transonic PNA 6000T lead the way to my new home in Amsterdam.
Moving to Amsterdam I had an ambition of writing a book about great soccer stadiums in Europe, but I haven’t yet pulled that one off. I also had an ambition learning Dutch within a year, but I haven’t pulled that one off either. I certainly didn’t have an ambition to get married again, but there she was one Sunday March afternoon in the English Reformed Church. It hadn’t taken me long to fall in love with the most watery city in the world and it certainly didn’t take me long to fall in love with the most special girl in the world. My first spring in Amsterdam and I’m madly in love – how important are great soccer stadiums or learning Dutch anyway – get your priorities right mate!
Although a lot of water has run under the bridge (probably all 1,500 of them), it’s hard to believe that 730 days and 729 nights have passed since I landed in Amsterdam. And although I didn’t just come for the weekend (like quite a few of my fellow expats) I probably did not contemplate being here after two years. But I’m going nowhere soon (don't tell me I didn't warn you) and my love is as strong as ever – both to the city of Amsterdam and to my wife. They’re both quite unique!