I moved from us to Europe for my husband’s position; He struggled for 11 years

When my husband had the opportunity to transfer his job to Amsterdam, we were in the early thirties of the last century, where we live in an apartment we own in Brooklyn.

I have always thought about New York City in my dream place to live, but living in Amsterdam seemed to be a very wonderful adventure.

Therefore, in 2012, after 11 years in the city, we sold our apartment (our cooperative that did not allow tenants), put most of our property in storage, and agreed to the experience of Europe for two years.

Just a few weeks later, I felt that we took the wrong choice.

We stayed in Europe longer than we expected, although it was out of easy

Initially, we felt overwhelmed with this step.

For less than the mortgage price in Brooklyn, we were able to buy a full furnished channel house on Prinsengracht!

However, the high did not last. My New York city’s editorial job has allowed me to work far, but it was not long after this step. They allowed me to leave and rented someone closer to the house.

I also fought for suitability. Although almost every person in Amsterdam speaks English, their severe sharpness has made it difficult to make intimate friendships. Perhaps it was a cultural base, but I was not used to it.

Despite a lot of effort, I couldn’t find a full -time job. Meanwhile, my husband was upgraded to him. We were making my life Amsterdam, but I was not completely happy.

Soon, our stay for two years in Amsterdam has turned into three.

Then, my husband got the opportunity to move to London for his job. It seemed to be a new start and an opportunity for me to try to expand my social and professional district.

Before we move directly, I learned that I was pregnant with my first (only) child. In London, my focus has become mainly moving with the completely different health care system, while continuing to work free of companies in the United States.

Although I liked the history and culture of London, it was always temporary. I could not focus much on building life in the UK when I learned that we would not live there forever.

To try to make our international life work, we took another step – but it did not last

Nearly two years later in London, when my son was slightly more than a year old, my husband got another chance in Berlin.

We have once again found a great place to live in-a three-bed apartment with a private roof surface, at a reasonable price-but we faced similar and new challenges.

Although my son learned German at school, my husband is not able to become fluent, which made it difficult to feel integrated into society.

She also faced health problems that were difficult to deal with in a foreign country with an unfamiliar health care system and a language barrier.

Although we were in Europe for more than a decade at this stage, living here was not much easier at all. Once my husband lost his job during the epidemic, we started planning our return to the states.

After 11 years in Europe, we finally returned happiness to New York

As it turns out, international movements are not always very shiny – especially when you are mostly for your wife’s job, and you are left trying to know how to suit you.

It has now passed two years since our return to New York City, and most of the time, we love it.

We have brought us up with friends, and life is easier to move in several ways with a society and no language barrier. Most of our bills are higher, and we had to reduce the size of housing significantly, but the feeling as if I belong more is worth at any cost.

Although I do not regret the experiences that we went through in Europe (and certainly it misses the ease of traveling to other countries), I am happy to be at home.