This story is based on an interview with Leslie Hodgin, a 55-year-old marketing consultant who moved from the US to the Netherlands with her husband, John Lyman, 52. It has been edited for length and clarity.
Until 2026, I was living in Richmond, Virginia, with my husband and our cat.
My dad was in the Army, so I grew up all over the world, but Richmond is my adopted home. I lived there for about 10 years.
During that time, I got an offer to move to Seoul, South Korea, for my marketing job. My husband, John, and I were dating at the time. We got married one week before moving to Seoul for two years.
After the contract ended, we returned to the States. I love Richmond, but it did feel small after I had been in Korea.
Some events happened in both of our families that made us want to move abroad again sooner rather than later. My dad died. My husband’s mom died. We had a couple of dear friends pass away. It was all very quick. And it made me think, “What are we waiting for? We don’t have promises for tomorrow. Now is the time.”
We don’t have kids, so that wasn’t holding us back. We had some money in the bank to move, which I know is a privilege. It was like, “Let’s just go and live our lives. We shouldn’t just keep hoping for someday because there may not be someday.”
Moving to the Netherlands
John had gone to graduate school in the Netherlands, so we’d visited before. Through my work in advertising, I also had a fairly large network of people living there.
There’s a visa for Americans called the Dutch-American Friendship Treaty (DAFT) that allows freelancers and entrepreneurs to live in the Netherlands. It made the country seem like a great choice for us.
My husband works for himself, so it was easier for him to pick up and go anywhere. I started my own consulting business and left my agency. I knew there was an advertising community in the Netherlands, and I planned to freelance if my consulting business wasn’t doing well.
My husband’s dad is in his 90s, and my mom just turned 80. Moving far from them was probably the hardest part of the decision. I have a little guilt for that, but they’re excited for us. I’ve promised my mom that I’ll be home for any big family and important events.
That’s a hard thing to do, but we felt it was right for us not to put our lives on hold.
Downsizing our lives
We moved in January. We did it in six months. We’d sold our house about a year before moving and were living in an apartment.
We decided to sell almost everything we owned to keep costs as low as possible. We shipped a half-crate over, which is quite small, so we had to get rid of a lot of stuff. We made close to $12,000 selling everything and used it to pay for the visas and help with some of the moving costs.
When we moved, we had nine suitcases, including a large piece of art. It was the largest oversize item that would fit on an airplane, and we had a special museum-packing company pack it. And our cat, of course, came on the plane with us.
We live in a two-bedroom apartment. It’s an old, old building, but the apartment is newly renovated and has a patio.
We do feel lucky that we found a place because there is a housing shortage, and it’s quite hard to find housing, particularly if you’re American or from another country and you don’t have Dutch income. We had to pay six months’ rent upfront to secure our rental.
Life in Europe
It still feels surreal that we live here. My husband and I will frequently look at each other and say, “Oh my God, I can’t believe that we’re here.” I never want to lose that feeling.
Business seems to be going really well. I also already knew some friends, but I’ve met so many amazing people through social media and made some great friends with our neighbors.
We love the sense of community. I appreciate the social contract that people afford each other in the Netherlands, from the opportunities the government provides to the respect and trust they show each other in general.
Recently, there was Open Monumentendag, or Open Monuments Day, with over a thousand monuments, churches, houses, farms, and historic places across the Netherlands open to the public for free. They do that every year, and it feels so special. It seems like every other weekend there’s a festival.
There are always challenges. I’m very slow to pick up the language. Most people speak English, but I feel like I need to be better.
Moving also costs a lot more than you plan for. Even if you’ve tried to pad all the numbers, it still costs more than anticipated. Because our work was quite slow earlier in the year, we were like, “Gosh, what have we done?”
Our cost of living is fairly similar to what it was in the US. We don’t have a car, so we don’t have that expense. We would be paying double the rent in New York City for this same apartment.
A fresh start
I feel alive again. I felt a little stagnant in Richmond after living overseas, and moving has opened a lot of doors for my creativity.
On social media, I’ve documented trying one new thing a week. It’s gotten us out to meet people and have some interesting experiences.
There’s a risk in moving abroad. You have to get yourself over the hump, and you have to be brave.
Believe in yourself. If there’s something you want to try, like moving overseas, going on a solo trip, or taking a cooking class, take a chance on yourself. You’re never going to regret trying it if it doesn’t work out. If you don’t ever put yourself out there, you’re going to look back in 20 years and be like, “That would have been great. Why didn’t I give that a shot?”
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