My first month.

I’ve lived in Amsterdam for one month now, and it’s safe to say I have learnt a lot.

I have had a crazy month and a half. After marrying my beautiful husband on the 11th March, we jetted off to Iceland for a magical week-long honeymoon.

We then returned to the UK, packed up, and moved over here to the Netherlands. It only took us one day of hands-on flat hunting to find our urban paradise apartment, and three more days after that to get the keys. Now, we’ve been here for a few weeks, it’s starting to really look like home with the odd pair of socks discarded in the living room area and a fridge filled with leftovers. I’m finally feeling like I can reflect on the insanity of our adventure.

Straight up: we are here for God. My inspiring husband was called by God to this city when he was 15, and since then this has been his goal. He didn’t know that I would be tagging along too, but I don’t think he’s upset about the company. We have been placed here to serve in the ever-expanding Liberty Church, and God is opening and closing the doors that will allow us to stay. Has it been easy to move countries for the church? No. Has my heart for the city changed through this hardship? Also no.

It’s been really important to me to try and fit into the Dutch culture. Most days, I’ve written a little handy hint in my diary about how things work. It’s not completely different from the UK, but it’s different enough to catch you off guard. I’d like to share these hints and tips in later posts, but I think the most important thing I’ve learnt so far is that this city needs Jesus. If after all this I fail at learning the language coherently, I make very few friends, and I still stick out like a sore thumb, but I’ve seen Jesus working here, then it will all be worth it.

Amsterdam is a beautiful city filled with a vibrant mix of people, and I am really happy to be here, even when it gets tough. But, we are at the very beginning of this journey, and we have a very long way to go…