As usual, it’s the small stuff that makes a spontaneous trip extraordinary. Happy Reading!
What do they both have in common?
They both represent the best and worse in their chosen field!
Olympic season is upon us!
What a perfect opportunity for everybody in the retail and hospitality industry to dress up their old offerings in the spirit of the games and to sell them with the title “excellent ” attached to it. Further more, columnists at various publications are taking advantage of the event to add their pearls of wisdom. Just like my favourite guy from our local Maple Ridge Weekly. On first sight it was funny when I read about “my new relationship with our new plasma TV”, or “leaving the house only to stock up on beer and necessary food items (i.e. tortilla chips and dips).”
At second glance, not funny at all. As a general rule, we (writers) have to relate to our readers – even if it means to put ourselves down at times. Depending on the topic we are writing about this can be quite funny indeed. Let me get this straight: My favourite columnists sits on his butt for days on end, watches the best of the best the world has to offer and is happy and content to portray himself as a tortilla -chip- munching- couch potato? What is wrong with him? Why isn’t he inspired and motivated by the excellence he watches for hours every day? (or he is a very clever man indeed: he only pretends to behave like many of his readers).
Too many bags of greasy nibbles mixed with liquor leads me to my second observation: My first encounter (in our new home country ) with the less desirable face of modern civilization – the opposite end of excellence: trailer trash!
Yes, we spotted and experienced them first hand right here at the local swimming hole! I am born and bred European – I can testify we (Europeans)are quite open minded and tolerant towards certain topics. I.e. I am no stranger to the concept of e.g.the legal use of marijuana, gay marriage, nude beaches, a low drinking age (16 is the common age to drink beer in most European countries) or pornographic publications. Under normal circumstances pierced body parts or excessively tattooed body sections leave me stone cold. A dress too tight or too small squeezed over too much body flubber may get a second look from me at the most- but no more. Cheap wine straight from the bottle can be fun or even romantic. Loud conversations are annoying but could be entertaining – sometimes. A kiss among lovers is not worth mentioning. Tolerance turns into raised eybrows when I have to witness excessive french kissing in a public place. I get embarrassed when obscene, very suggestive, sexual moves are added to the french kiss (still in front of my eyes – and I couldn’t leave. The exit was blocked). I I can’t take it when cheap wine is the reason for loud, vulgar, rude conversation and I get severely pissed when fat, loud and vulgar mixes together!
Dear visitors to the swimming hole: “Behave like this at home but not in front of me and my children!” In this instance I wished these folks had read the column of my favourite columnist and followed his example: stay at home with your cheap wine, do your french thing on the couch and leave the TV on for some Olympic highlights. You might catch a glimpse of excellence and inspiration! I sincerely hope there is extra-ordinary in all us! Oh, I nearly forgot: I prefer to get inspired- and I try to live my life to prove it!
P.S. abdominals are getting better by the day! Upper arms are still shaping up and the book? I will tell you next time!
(Warning, this is a long one, but it is the introduction for everything that will follow…)
Our whole family recently moved from The Netherlands to Maple Ridge, BC, Canada.
Our family includes the American husband, our teenage son (15 years of age) our pre-teen (12 years) the youngest one (9) plus my German self. Reason for the change in scenery was our search for adventure, more space, wild nature and the language. And frankly speaking, after 12 years in the Flatlands of Europe, we just learned everything there is to know about the Dutch-Way-of-Life. Prior to our departure we both operated successful businesses- my husband as a self employed business coach and trainer, me as the proud owner of Strawberry Lounge.
What you are about to read is not an account of the vast differences in Dutch vs. Canadian attitudes or culture. Far from it- I am going to de-mystify the belief that
“You can only move countries, (or continents in this matter) prior to the arrival of your children or when your children are younger than elementary school age”.
We heard about this as well. Unconvinced about this wives tale we were more worried about the following two scenarios. First, love would strike any of the boys and second, our own increased age would label us “unsuitable to be of any valid contribution to the country”. If we wanted to make the move, we had to move now. We didn’t have any family, friends or business connections to rely on. It was up to us to make it happen!
On arrival to Canada we explained to our children they had one of two choices to make. To either live in the past or to give it an honest shot here in Maple Ridge. The Netherlands was the past, Canada is the present and will be our future.
Six months down the road we figured it out.
Our kids are happily settled in their Elementary or High School respectively. Each of them took their time to adjust to their new life. Unsurprisingly, our youngest son had the least trouble. Only two days after arrival he found his soul mate just two doors down the road. The middle son took his time and spent a couple of weeks on facebook, posting openly his mistrust and hate about his new home. But let me tell you, after spending a birthday party with his new class mates it is all easy going with him. He happily mingles with his new mates on his way home, turned into an enthusiastic street hockey player and entertains the whole street in our den. And our teenager? God knows- he is a young man of few words. But what we can gather from his tidbits, he thinks it is cool here. He also joined the neighbourhood street hockey team. To earn some money he scored himself a baby – sitting job, earned himself a cool mountain-trail bike doing chores for an elderly gentleman and made friends with other like minded souls. He is good! When our boys talk about their previous life and their friends left behind, they sound fine. We can’t hear regret or sadness in their voices.
Let me share with you what helped make our transition so easy:
All of us speak English. Due to our back grounds we brought up the children tri-lingual. Daily life is easy with the same lingo. Watching TV, reading books or mingling doesn’t cause a problem. The school system is fabulous: The Canadians don’t believe in holding a child back. If any problems are encountered they get help along the way as much as possible. Both younger boys get extra help twice a week with their writing and grammar skills. Brando, the oldest, actually excels in every given subject! If you decide to move countries, make sure you are familiar with the new language.
Find a house and neighbourhood for the whole family.
Our original plan was to live in isolation, to live with as much space as possible. We lived like sardines in The Netherlands. Canada is the second biggest country in the world. Why should we cramp our style here? For some strange leap of faith we decided to buy a house along a totally different spectrum. We both fell in love with our new residency, situated in the heart of a neighbourhood. Honestly, this is the best thing we have ever done! Our new neighbourhood swarms with children and their parents are extremely nice and entertaining too. Thankfullywe have more boys than girls on top of our ridge and the ages range from seven to 14 years of age. Each of our boys found the right match.
Our street is a cul-de-sac. In the afternoon and early evening hockey nets are spread across the street to slow any traffic down. During hot afternoons our yards are transformed into battle grounds for water gun fights, they serve as backdrops for movie making, for hide and seek games or any other creative gimmick to pop into the heads of the boys. If the weather god plays tricks on us we have Plan B. All the houses have an entertainment system in their basements.
All parents have an unspoken agreement: We feed whomever we find in our house. Due to this arrangement our kids discovered KRAFT DINNERS and fell in love with MACCARONI & CHEESE. Because all our neighbours are so nice we often find ourselves sitting on someone else’s terrace having margaritas or drinking beer. Or, everybody else finds themselves on our deck outside. Quite often we throw our goods together for an impromptu BBQ. To make good things even better, one of the neighbours owns a swimming pool with the sign “open to all” attached to it!
Just a short, but very steep bike ride down the hill you can find the HOT ROCKS, three big rocks in the middle of a river. This local swimming hole is ideal when it gets hot and for anybody brave enough to brace glacier water. Brrr, it is freezing, but refreshing.
Talk and talk some more!
Find out where to find the deals! Moving is expensive, especially when you make the plunge across the big ocean. All big electronic household items are rendered useless coming from Europe. We could save cash by simply asking what item to buy from which shop. On a food related basis, I interviewed every female I came in contact with to share her secret shop for purchasing fresh produce and general survival items. Everybody pointed me to the Superstore and the Farmers Market. Acting upon their recommendations I got a free savers card from each store to take advantage of their weekly specials.
Watch what you are buying
North American food tastes different than Dutch and German food. God knows what they put in their bread, canned soups or drinks. Actually, I don’t want to know. All I know is that it takes time to adjust to the new cuisine. Bottom line is, adapt or start spending BIG for the flavours you are used to from Europe.
But, as I just mentioned, every EU import is very expensive. The Knorr and Maggi sachets have to wait for a special day, e.g. Canada Day. A cheaper option would be to send a stress call to family or friends in the old country and ask for a care package.
Instead of spending big money on food one can opt to split the budget and shop big for clothes instead. All the famous US labels like Ralph Lauren, T.Hilfiger, The Gap, Lands End or Banana Republic have Outlet stores – everything can be purchased for a fraction of the Euro. These shops also offer discount coupons on line when you purchase for the first time in their store. Another good money saver is a Garage Sale. Dominic ( my husband) found us a “Broiler King” state of the art BBQ, a sturdy oak outdoor garden set, various chairs for our terraces, hockey equipment and a Nerf gun- all this for the tiny fraction of the retail price.
As a recap, these are our tried and tested recipes for establishing ourselves in the new country:
Talk and talk some more. Let everybody know you have arrived. Open up your house for visitors. Canadians take their volunteer work seriously. I joined the ranks. So far I volunteered for school projects and for a two day community event. Both occasions are fabulous to meet and mingle with mothers, get to know the school and make new local acquaintances. Dominic and myself network at various events to get to know the movers and shakers of the business world and we visit lots of free social events to get to know as many individuals as possible.
We obviously have to put in the effort. But we are more than happy and willing to do so. You have to make the first step, the first commitment and the rest will follow automatically. The Canadians make it surely easy for everybody. They are welcoming, friendly, open minded, honest and easy going. Step by step we are building our new circle of friends and acquaintances here. It is effortless, fun and rewarding.
Somebody said: ‘”Home is where the heart is”.
Dominic and myself believe this. Accordingly, we pass the following message on to the boys: We are happy wherever we are, because we want to be!