posted on Mar, 8 2018 @ 12:32 PM
a reply to: chelsdh
I thought it was Sheye who proposed a little "getting to know you" posts but it was you. Sounds like a good idea to me so allow me to start. If you
I am an English guy that got the chance (purely by good fortune!) to get a chance in NL 25 years ago. English friends of my parents were established
here (they'd been living here for 3 years years and had 2 flats (apartments?) at the time. The Mum and Dad lived with 3 teenage children in 1 flat and
their adult son had his own flat. Their son lent us (me and my Dad came here together at the time) one of his bedrooms until we got on our feet. After
1 week we (my Dad and me) both had work (we both spoke no Dutch!) in simple production jobs. Within a month we had our own flat, moved to another flat
with a more permanent basis and after 6 months my step-mother joined us. I came to the Netherlands with my Dad on a one-way ticket, 100 dollars (250
guldens) in Dads' pocket, 1 suitcase each.
Finding work here was easy at the time even with no Dutch skills, simple production work that paid. After a couple of years of temporary work we both
got permanent contracts working for Compaq in their distribution centre in Gorinchem (anyone remember Compaq?) and Dad bought a cheap house here. I
met a Dutch girl and lived with her for 10 years. I learnt the Dutch language after a few years and also taught myself how to be a system
administrator and remained that for the next 15 years. During that time Dad and step-Mum moved back to England to care for Dad's sick Mother and I
remained here. I do not like living in England.
Then I became unemployed aged 40 and have since been unable to find work, hence my temporary housing which I have been living in for the last 5.5
years. And "welfare". I've learned to live with less. It ain't always easy but it is what it is. I still have by UK passport but they can't kick me
out, regardless of Brexit.
Story of my life, kinda
ETA My ex (she left me for another guy, it happens) eventually regained contact, helped me into temporary housing. After a few years. she got lung
cancer and underwent chemo and radiotherapy. It didn't help. I remained her friend and helped her as best I could. Due to the progression of her
cancer she chose euthanasia and chose me to be her beneficiary which basically entailed me taking care of her business. I emptied her house after she
had passed and arranged for the bills to be paid and took legal responsibility. It's (not) funny how life goes. It is what it is. I regret nothing
except the pain and turmoil but wouldn't change a thing.
edit on 8/3/18 by LightSpeedDriver because: ETA