My Netherlands Trip

When I left the Netherlands in 1989 at the end of my tour assignment, I fully intended to return one day to visit Henk and the dear friends I had made while living in Den Haag. What I did not realize at the time was that “one day” would turn into 36 years.

Life happens — not as an excuse, just as reality. Careers evolve, responsibilities grow, and time moves faster than we expect. Still, I am incredibly grateful that I was finally able to return to the Netherlands and reconnect with my friends after all these years.

After reestablishing contact with Henk, I made the decision to finally book my trip to Den Haag. I felt excited, anxious, and nervous all at once. As soon as the reservation was confirmed, I began carefully planning my return to the Netherlands.

When I told Henk about my plans, I imagine he may have been cautiously optimistic. After all, he had heard me talk about returning over the years. This time, however, it was real.

Reconnecting after 36 years was not simple. Our early communication relied on email and handwritten letters sent through postal mail. We didn’t have the convenience of cell phones or social media — something that may seem unbelievable depending on your age. Over time, communication became more difficult, but I am thankful we were able to maintain contact for several years after I returned to the United States for my next assignment.

Once I set the date and finalized my reservation, I made sure everything was confirmed before announcing my visit. When I informed Henk that the trip was officially booked, I sensed it might take a little time before the excitement fully set in — but as we continued communicating regularly leading up to my departure, the reality of it all became clear.

This trip felt different. When I previously lived in Den Haag, I was not a tourist — I was building a life there. Now, I would be returning as a visitor. That realization hit me in a meaningful way. I had long considered the Netherlands my second home.

People often say they live without regrets. I can honestly say I have had a few — but I have also learned from them. Returning felt like honoring both the past and the present.

To avoid any travel complications, I flew to New York a day before departing for Europe. This allowed me time to relax, spend time with friends, and prepare mentally for the journey ahead.

The day of departure, I felt a mixture of excitement and nerves. Thirty-six years is a long time. How much had changed? How much had we changed? We are older now — although I don’t always feel it. Looking at old photos reminds me just how much time has passed.

I packed a few old photographs so we could reminisce and reflect — and also begin creating new memories together. During my flight, I even sent current photos to Henk so he would recognize me at the airport (after 36 years, you never know!).

The eight-hour flight gave me plenty of time to reflect on my years living in the Netherlands and the friendships that shaped that chapter of my life. While I knew I wouldn’t be able to reconnect with everyone, I was deeply grateful for the opportunity to rekindle this special bond.

Henk kindly offered to pick me up at the airport, and his wife, Shantie, accompanied him. It would be my first time meeting her. I was touched that she felt it was important to document our reunion — understanding the significance of reconnecting after so many years. Henk and I were both thankful that she appreciated the value of that moment.

My journey included a layover in London. Since it was a long one, I booked a hotel room rather than spending the night at the airport. The flight itself was pleasant — especially since I was fortunate enough to upgrade to first class at a reduced price due to open seats.

The following day, the short flight to Amsterdam felt symbolic. Just over an hour separated me from a country that had once been home.