Leaving on a jet plane

I feel like I was on an airplane. Headed to one destination. Everything was planned. House, car, barbecues, careers, future kids named. It was perfect. When my husband decided one day to say he was done, my airplane crash landed. I never made it to Paris. Instead I am stuck in Amsterdam  I don't know the language, the people or the culture. But I have not choice other than to make it in this life that has appeared out of nowhere. It is chaos. It is strange, but I am here and I will do the best I can.