MY SEARCH FOR A HOUSE IN AMSTERDAM IN ONE WORD:

DRAMA

For over two years now, I search all day long on every possible real estate website that exists. I respond lyrically enthusiastic to every message I see passing by on Facebook (you know, those messages where three hundred people are tagged) and secretly I have been hoping for a lucky break that you know only others always get.

The result has been lacking so far. For me as a Domstad girl (a true Utregter), it is handy to live in Amsterdam anyway. Everything happens there, doesn’t everyone know that? But secretly I can’t let go of my Utrecht: the cutest, nicest, and most manageable city I know.

And as if fate was teasing me, it suddenly came: the lucky break. Not in Amsterdam, but in my city. Suddenly I heard from a friend that his housemate was moving. Just for your information: He. Lives. By. The Dom. Literally the most beautiful house next to the Dom.

The question is whether I want to live there for a friends‘ price. A price so low that I don’t even dare to tell it for fear that the eternal ’looking-for-a-house-in-name-a-city' people will scratch my eyes out of jealousy when I tell them. Oh, and he has a fantastic cat named Levi. And there is more than enough space for my obsessively overflowing shoe cabinet, should it be necessary. Should it be necessary, right? Can someone pinch me? I think I just landed in heaven.

That’s why this message for all tenants who are almost giving up hope. How cliché but how true: patience is rewarded. One day you will really get that dream house. And in the meantime, I will be rooting for you in my little castle next to the Dom ;-).

Written by: Kiki Düren