[Dutch Lock Down Day Four Hundred Fifty Seven]
I had this same feeling right as I was retiring from dance – if I’m not a dancer, who am I?
Except now it’s about being an American living in the Netherlands.
If I’m not an expat, who am I?
But first the news:
- Dutch scrap most Covid rules from June 26, holidaymakers asked to take a test on return
- Cabinet does not rule out new lockdown in Fall
- OMT member De Jong warns not to abandon all caution as restrictions relax
I am a developer advocate, a student, a mentor, a mama, a bi-sexual non-binary trans feminine queer person, a quarter Japanese, and a partner.
And so much more.
I am someone battling the awesomeness of perimenopause.
I am an adventurer, a warrior, a keeper of secrets, a blogger, a journalist, a morning person, a retired dancer, a former expat, a baker, and a feminist.
Depending on the second or hour or day of the week or the month or the year, I am quiet and hurt and broken and brave and fighting to stay present in this life.
I am strong as fuck.
I am a speaker, a cyclist, a regular walker, a water drinker, a cuddler, and someone who often copes with mental illness – specifically depression, anxiety, and post traumatic stress disorder.
I am an introvert who loves to perform.
I am a daily meditation practitioner.
I am a human. Mostly.
I’m a Dancing Engineer. And a Fierce Creature. Always.
And these days I’m moving back to the United States to become a Michigan resident.
But, yeah, I’m still kind of freaking out that such a large part of my identify – an expat, an American living in the Netherlands – is about to go away.
I’m not ready.
Might never be ready.
But it’ll all change, whether or not I’m ready for it, in August.
Wish me luck.