MOVED TO NETHERLANDS IN THE MIDDLE OF A GOD-DAMN PANDEMIC!

Ahahah I know, it’s too narcissistic shit. I believe I deserved it anyhow.

It was one of those “beer” project days at home. Have been working remote for almost 1 year with shitloads of boredom. The phone rang. I didn’t predict answering that late-March call can be so amazing to answer.

This lady, describing a role in one of the biggest companies of the world. In the Netherlands. Permanent. Except one little-big problem. The role wasn’t my expertise. She insisted on sending my CV for any other possible role to be available. I accepted without any kind of expectations.

A week later, first interview, one more later second interview. Both of them went flawless. But still no expectation of getting an offer anyhow. Due to the fact of being left in limbo in my previous Europe-roled adventures.

Then suddenly, in the middle of a world-wide pandemic, an April evening, I’ve been called to be invited to the Netherlands. As a Manager, with more than 100 people working under me. With great benefits and shitloads of money. In a country to easily live with my English. Oh shit, ooooh shit. No won’t increase my expectations. Something, anything will stop me from going there.

Maybe visa? No, I’ve got the working visa. I won’t be able to find a proper house. No, I’ve rented the 3rd house I’ve seen. DEFINITELY PLANE WILL CRASH.

It didn’t.

OMG I’m in the Netherlands. I am 33 and I’m in the Netherlands.

I MOVED TO NETHERLANDS IN THE MIDDLE OF A GOD-DAMN PANDEMIC.

It feels like I’ve used all my lucks in one event.

But it’s not good to be here you know. Because it’s AMAZING TO BE HERE.

PS: My house has a marvellous view of Oudegracht canal.