Welcome to my new favorite place in the entire world. I can't put into words how I felt about this city (What do you want to be, Kate? A writer?) but I can only explain it as the feeling you get when you're visiting colleges and you know you've found the one for you.
Back at La Souqueto we were having a conversation about whether or not we ever wanted to live abroad in the future. We all resolutely said yes, but I couldn't specify a place. I feel like after a childhood and a year of study, I can maybe cross England off the list (although I'll always come back for QI and Cadbury). At that point I hadn't really seen very many other countries to think about. But after just two days in Amsterdam, I was doing that thing you do when you're bored where you look at apartments on Craigslist (or maybe that's just a bad habit Carolyn's got me into). I can't say I found any in my $35-a-month budget (which I just spelled as "budjet" thank you all day paper writing) (have I done enough of these yet?) (let's move on)
Where were we? Oh right. I really like Amsterdam. We had frites and mayonnaise and GUYS I drank BEER and I think I drink BEER now. We did a lot of canal-strolling and bagel eating and went to Anne Frank's house and wouldn't let Jacob try to find Justin Bieber's note in the guestbook and we went to the Van Gogh museum and my ticket had the almond flower print on it and I was like that's MY print how did they know and ugh so many thoughts so little words actually functioning in my head.
On our last full day it was really sunny and we were walking around and people were just leaning out the windows of their apartments and sitting on the stoops of their steps all overlooking the canals. It was a city with no pretension, no image it was trying to force on you. It's like all the people with functioning adult jobs who like to bike and wear really well put together outfits all fell into the most beautiful city in Europe and didn't even question it. AND I WANT TO BE ONE OF THEM, dangnabbit.
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