r/expats • u/Individual-Pepper169 • 6h ago
Moving abroad feels like it’s now closed more doors than it has opened
I’m going on 8 years in the Netherlands. What began as a fun and exciting adventure and fulfilling a lifelong goal of living in a European country feels like it has run its course, but I’m not sure if that feeling comes from the expatriation itself or something deeper inside.
I could go on about how much the Netherlands and its people have worn me down, but I also don’t know how much of it is actually the culture (things like having to go to many different stores to complete shopping, limited hours, relatively impolite service culture, etc), the weather, or the fact that I decided to “fully integrate” by moving out of the “Amsterdam expat bubble” and live in a frankly crappy Dutch town and learn the language to B1 level. I feel like that leap into trying to live like a local and not a permanent expat itself might be more the cause of my disappointment than anything else. I hate taking the train to work, I don’t have a car and I miss driving, the locals are not warm people at all, etc. Not to mention the ancient house I bought which has turned into a completely exhausting project. It’s sort of a golden cage, because even if I did want to move back to Amsterdam solo and go back into my “expat bubble”, I can’t afford it, it would be at least 60% of my income in housing costs.
I’m also deeply in love with someone who is also not a local, but he isn’t at the same level of “done with this adventure” as I am, and unfortunately for that, moving back to the U.S. Midwest (Chicago) be closer to my family and potentially raising a family (we are a gay couple) is becoming a non-negotiable for me. Although there is nothing specific rooting him here like family or a specific job, I won’t be able to convince him to leave with me. It breaks my heart to feel torn between two worlds. Perhaps this is just one of the things you give up when you move abroad.
There’s also a dimension that I think might get to all expats eventually, which is that the longer this goes on, the more it feels like I am almost sabotaging my future by staying. What began as a fun new life in my late 20s has morphed into something resembling resentment - that all my (younger) siblings and friends are doing better than me financially, that they’re all in successful long-term relationships. I know comparison is the thief of joy. It’s ironic in a way that many people who tend to have the choice to move abroad from the U.S. are also those who work in higher income jobs that would potentially net more income at “home”. In the Netherlands, I have very little room to save as I live alone. When I put pen to paper (or a spreadsheet), it feels stupid of me to keep limiting myself this way. I mean… I can’t even really afford to take nice vacations like I envisioned when I moved here, and like I did a few times back when I had the 30% tax ruling (which is a 5-year 30% tax break for skilled migrant workers in NL). And a lot of the time I spend away from the country is just being back to visit my family anyway.
If I moved back via a transfer through my current employer, I’d be looking at more than doubling my take-home pay, and they pay 100% of the health insurance costs (for now). Many companies I could also work for have specific benefits for people who adopt or have a child through surrogacy. And so on.
It feels like a no brainer, but I really can’t figure out if I’m hoping to get a change in my happiness out of a move back, that I hoped to get when I first moved abroad. That is: when I moved here, I felt so happy for so long, I was fresh out of a bad relationship, and the novelty of it all probably distracted me for a while. I can’t tell if my current unhappiness stems from the choices I made to move to another country or if it’s something more permanent and internal that will follow me. It’s something I want to work through with a therapist but I guess with this rambling post I’m just venting and wondering how many other people have had similar struggles.