Missing home
As Koninginnenacht and Koninginnedag soon approach, I am missing Amsterdam. So much so that I feel a longing, and not because of "Queens Day" but because of the things I was doing last year with my husband and Osho, in Amsterdam, in Holland, in Europe, my home. Here I am now, about to embark on who the fuck knows what, feeling sad, lonely and defeatist.
During Queens Day festivities, it was actually a kind of carefree time in Amsterdam. E and I would traipse around the city drinking, seeing bands, observing the Dutch and Amsterdam in all of their Oranje glory and what have you.
Instead, I'm here about to go into some useless meeting to take notes drinking yet another f'en starbucks.
During Queens Day festivities, it was actually a kind of carefree time in Amsterdam. E and I would traipse around the city drinking, seeing bands, observing the Dutch and Amsterdam in all of their Oranje glory and what have you.
Instead, I'm here about to go into some useless meeting to take notes drinking yet another f'en starbucks.