The title of this blog post makes me panic. What is my thing? So far, that one thing is drop everything and move to Amsterdam for love. It felt crazy then, but right. Now that I am older it was plain crazy, but still not regrettable. You could say Amsterdam was my mountain and I got to the summit but never made it to the top of the mountain. I was too young to know what I was doing, too young to appreciate. It’s water under the bridge now, of course, but I still have longings for that life. It’s certainly not an American life by any standards. I miss being nestled indoors during the rain, I miss freezing my fingers off while waiting for the train, I miss fresh never frozen microwave dinners. I miss small drink servings, I miss the automaat, I miss simple Dutch dinners, I miss borreltjes, I miss winter, and rain, and sheep and trees that lean sideways. And then I miss sillier things like the body I had at 23 or the long hair in curls to my waist, and no car payment.
Lately I have to remember what it’s like to be young or else I won’t be able to understand and empathize with the teenager in my life. I also have to remember what’s yet to come, because after all it’s not like I’ve peaked, and nothing will compare to my time in Amsterdam. It was great, but no doubt there are more amazing things ahead. And there is no reason why I can’t have that life anywhere, minus the automaats, they’re all but extinct here. What’s the most amazing thing you’ve done? (its ok to pat yourself on the back here)
This post inspired by Jeremy & Kathleen and their trip to Mt. Everest. Go check their blog for tons of cuteness.