What Life in Holland has been like...

Welcome to Holland - Part 2

I have been in Holland for over a decade now. It has become home. I have had time to catch my breath, to settle and adjust, to accept something different than I'd planned.

I reflect back on those years of past when I had first landed in Holland. I remember clearly my shock, my fear, my anger - the pain and uncertainty. In those first few years, I tried to get back to Italy as planned, but Holland was where I was to stay. Today, I can say how far I have come on this unexpected journey. I have learned so much more. But, this too has been a journey of time. I worked hard. I bought new guidebooks. I learned a new language and I slowly found my way around this new land. I have met others whose plans had changed like mine, and who could share my experience. We supported one another and some have become very special friends.

Some of these fellow travelers had been in Holland longer than I and were seasoned guides, assisting me along the way. Many have encouraged me. Many have taught me to open my eyes to the wonder and gifts to behold in this new land. I have discovered a community of caring. Holland wasn't so bad. I think that Holland is used to wayward travelers like me and grew to become a land of hospitality, reaching out to welcome, to assist and to support newcomers like me in this new land. Over the years, I've wondered what life would have been like if I'd landed in Italy as planned. Would life have been easier? Would it have been as rewarding? Would I have learned some of the important lessons I hold today?

Sure, this journey has been more challenging and at times I would (and still do) stomp my feet and cry out in frustration and protest. And, yes, Holland is slower paced than Italy and less flashy than Italy, but this too has been an unexpected gift. I have learned to slow down in ways too and look closer at things, with a new appreciation for the remarkable beauty of Holland with its' tulips, windmills and Rembrandts.

I have come to love Holland and call it Home.

I have become a world traveler and discovered that it doesn't matter where you land. What's more important is what you make of your journey and how you see and enjoy the very special, the very lovely, things that Holland, or any land, has to offer. Yes, over a decade ago I landed in a place I hadn't planned. Yet I am thankful, for this destination has been richer than I could have imagined!

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The following line really stood out for me because it is so true...Sure, this journey has been more challenging and at times I would (and still do) stomp my feet and cry out in frustration and protest.

I don't think people realize how often this really does happen, I throw my tantrum, umm, I mean, I 'talk' to God and ask him, ok, ok, I yell at Him and STOMP my feet and demand answers (that I have yet to get).  But, you know what?  I worship a God who can take it.  HE CAN TAKE IT... it's ok to be mad at him sometimes... He knows you need to just let it out.  The best part about it though is that once I am done throwing my' tantrum'... He is still there, letting me know that everything will always be ok.  And, although I do not understand His reasons, they are exactly that, HIS reasons.  I know He has so much faith in me, He knew I could handle this!!!  He knew it.  So I can't let Him down now....right?

So, when someone says "don't put a question mark where God has placed a period"... they are correct... throw a tantrum instead (HA! J/K) - HE knows you need it and it's OK!  Trust me, I know, been there, done that... and will probably do it many, many more times!