It's always a good time

I’m moving to The Netherlands.

I figure this is probably a good way to start my first post on my personal blog. I’m not exactly a blogging newbie but can’t really call myself an expert. I went to my first bloggers’ network event tonight and have been hit with a sudden dose of inspiration.

So why The Netherlands…honestly, why not? I’m at a bit of a crossroad in my life and have been sitting in limbo for about a year now. I resigned from a job I truly loved and began the hard road as a freelance writer and editor. The life of a “creative” really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Especially since a lot of the freelance work has now dried up. I haven’t edited anything in weeks except my normal, every day mental notes on my friends’ facebook status updates and tweets.

It got really bad the other day when I met a guy at the pharmacy. He asked what I did that gave me the free time to run errands in the middle of the afternoon. I responded flippantly with, “Oh, I’m a freelance writer.” He then asked what I had written lately. “Well, so far…this week… I wrote a motivational letter to a publisher telling her why she should hire me…”  

Cue crickets.

The irony was lost on him.

And that’s the extent of my dating life too. I keep on “applying” for positions (take your mind out of the gutter, please) and no-one seems to be calling me back. My love life is mirroring my career: non-existent.

I have family in The Netherlands. I’ve visited – and loved – the country. It’s super close to the rest of Europe and I’ve always thought I was born in the wrong place at the wrong time (I would’ve killed it in England in the 1800s). 

With no job, no boyfriend and having just moved back into my mother’s house because I can no longer afford to pay my bond, you’d think I’d be more miserable lying in a dark corner somewhere. Don’t think I haven’t thought about it. I also had my 10 year school reunion last month. You know that event where everyone basically plays Who’s Winning At Life? I lost.

This is how my job interviews seem to be going.

It’s quite funny actually. I hired a maid last year (back when the work was steady and pouring in) and when she first looked around my little house, she asked: “No babies?” Nope, no babies. “No husband?” Nope. “Boyfriend?” Uh, no. Personally, I would’ve started with the boyfriend question and then move onto babies but hey, what do I know. 

If the point the universe was trying to tell me hadn’t sunk in yet, my sister announced she’s pregnant. With her third child. THIRD. And my younger sister is getting married in December. So when I say I’m losing at life, I really kind of am. I figure it’s time to change that.

So that’s my goal for this year; my New Year’s resolution…

I’m moving to The Netherlands.

*FYI, the title of this blog post is from the song by Owl City featuring Carly Rae Jepson, “Good Time”. As in, it is always a good time to make a life altering decision. It seemed appropriate.