Everyone can relate to moving stress – it’s expensive and all-round exhausting.
Finding and Moving into our New Home
We weren’t looking for anything over the top, a decent sized 2 bedroom apartment-slash-small house – bonus if there is office space and double bonus for a bath.
“That should be easy to find” – no.
Holland (at the time of me writing this) has a housing shortage and new listings literally disappear within seconds. Needless to say, finding the right home in a nice area with short travel time to work, while staying within budget = sleepless nights.
It definitely wasn’t easy, but after months and months of searching, we finally had a breakthrough after responding to a new listing, within seconds. There’s literally no time to waste – click – find contact number – dial – ring ring – quickly read overview – agent: Hello? – me: We want this house!
After a successful viewing and interview, we moved in two months later.
Day Before Moving
Sunday afternoon – moving the following morning 8:30 am – I receive a very pleasant email from our movers.
Their van broke down and they can no longer help us – at all.
Yes, I argued for a replacement.
No, we don’t know that many people.
Oh gosh. We knew we were in for one hell of a day, but we had no idea just how many surprises a measly Monday can well, surprise one with.
There we were, in complete flat spins. No mover. No possibility for an extended stay.
Unfortunately for us, the agent from our new home couldn’t meet later, which meant last-minute packing, getting dressed and cycling my slow-one-gear-city-bike to the station had to be done within 20 minutes.
I’m at the station, the train is literally about to leave and I still need to buy a ticket pass for my bicycle.
While running to the ticket office, I’m praying there’s no queue. I get inside, not a single soul.
Me: I need to get on this train
Lady: Ooooh, I don’t think, wait, the train has just been delayed by 5 minutes.
* tears of relief*
Focus Jones, you still need to get your bicycle to the platform.
Run out. Run through the gate. Run awkwardly to the elevator as the doors start closing.
Have a moment of panic. Start praying.
Me: WAIT FOR MEEE!
Just as I start throwing my head back in despair, hands pop out of the elevator door.
It opens and I’m greeted by a friendly elderly man.
Let me help you
He takes my bicycle, smiles, and gestures where I should stand. He also insists on pushing my bicycle out again.
Finally on the platform.
The last few people are getting onto the train.
Run like hell for the bicycle carriage.
While I’m trying to get my bicycle into the train, two men who got on before me, notice I’m about to lose my sh*t – I mean, drop my bicycle. After analyzing the situation and looking at me a bit weirdly, they help me in and secure my bicycle.
Go sit down, your bicycle will be okay.
Find a seat. Sit. Fight tears.
Meanwhile, back in Haarlem
Ryan has been calling nonstop and finally manages to find help.
The new movers arrive, only to leave again. Leaving him and our belongings on the curb.
Apparently, a small desk is (they were well aware of), too much. Just like that.
Panic stations surface again.
This Jones Travel Saga Continues
Arrive in new town. Have a Dory moment. Need to find the house. Just keep cycling.
After cycling my heart out, I arrive.
We finally got hold of an amazing moving company that didn’t cost us an arm and a leg and they were willing to squeeze us in the same day (everyone else refused).
After a whole lot of other things – that I won’t be getting into – went wrong, our nightmare took a 3-60 and became our biggest blessing.
First and foremost, the house itself is everything we were looking for and waaay more.
In all honesty, we never thought we’d be the lucky ones.
The house-hunting was extremely stressful, but furnishing-an-unfurnished-home was a whole nother ball game.
After accepting there is nothing more one can do, we left it in Gods hands.
By word-of-neighbors-mouthes, a very special family heard about our unfurnished situation, left us a note and in a matter of days our home was filled with beautiful furniture and decorative items.
To date, we’ve been very happy in our new home. There have been a few things to get accustomed to in our new town, but we’re really looking forward to our time here. Moving from a small one-bedroom apartment into an actual house with a full bathroom, second bedroom, office, and living space is a huge upgrade. I’ve been blessed with plenty of creative space and can’t wait to share this next journey with you.