So this was a fun and unexpected morning that I absolutely loved. I woke up, my face all crumpled, my head heavy from a night with friends, my hair all messy (it’s so dry and damaged from my intense bleaching session that it stays in whatever direction I brush or do it in. Usually a good thing, not when you have a bedhead).
I plugged in some music, blindly got dressed in a massive jumper, some raggedy old jeans, Converse and my biggest sunglasses to hide behind and went for a walk. No purpose, and with hardly any other people on the street. Amsterdam gets ridiculously crowded on the weekends, so quiet moments are a rarity. This city is seriously beautiful when everyone sleeps and you look over the canals. It was a little cold, and I could sense the promise of a great summer in the city.
I got some croissants, a fresh juice and a coffee to go and just enjoyed the moment. As much as I miss Los Angeles sometimes, and a part of me is always restless and ready to wander the world, I am lucky to have a place this special to call home. Amsterdam, I heart you.