Parlour's Best of 2012!: Moving to Holland for Love
Since we’re on a mental and physical vacation until January 7 — I’m in California, Shannon’s in Washington, D.C., then New Orleans, and Sherry’s North Carolina — we’re serving up Parlour’s Best of 2012! Each day this week, you’ll get a chance to reminisce on what made us all laugh, cry and suck our teeth during the last 12 months. I dug up a few of our faves ... and I'm sweating, WOO!
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Newness is incredibly intoxicating, isn’t it? Like marrying someone, for example. But what about a bride who plans her wedding from scratch and then moves half way around the world six days after her nuptials — too much new? I’d say a resounding 'Yes' and please don’t misinterpret my use of the term ‘too much.’ Every single bit of my transition from New York City to Amsterdam with my husband is characteristic of my life so of course I’m the one who skips town after her wedding, still it was something to which I had to adjust.
My first few weeks in Amsterdam felt like a well deserved break from my life in New York. I didn’t have any real responsibilities and I was getting used to being a wife. I didn’t miss home because I had Skype and I’ve lived away before so, at first, Holland felt like a short trip.As my first year living abroad wore on my hardest ordeal was transitioning from independent fiancée to dependent wife. It took a long time to learn to live securely in that space. While I was emotionally ready for marriage, I never thought about the rough period of waiting for my visa papers to clear and being totally dependent on my husband. I went from being someone with her own money and freedom to needing assistance on everything. ...