My second time in Amsterdam

I am in Amsterdam for the second time in less than one year. I realized once more that people are free to choose whatever they want. If you want to achieve something, you will; if you want to be admired, you will; and if you want to travel, put all your attention into that,t and you will.

After saying, “I want to…., BUT … ” and doing my best to acquire what I wanted, I DID achieve it. Travel is one thing that is not in my culture, and I can realize how lucky I am to be able to choose whatever I want to do. I am sorry I didn’t build the courage to do it sooner.

Most European cultures encourage traveling and offer many opportunities to do so.

I have a beautiful view from the room, which is exactly what I wanted. The weather is a little cold, but I was hoping for warmer weather in September. Last November was kind, and I was lucky enough to enjoy sunny weather. But the atmosphere has the same spirit.

The rain is pouring a bit heavier now, making the people disappear from the sidewalk. Fewer bicycles wander on, and all you can hear is the raindrops hitting the street and the car wheels. The white sky looks like a huge space filled with hope and endless possibilities.

As the raindrops wander, not knowing their destination, I ask myself, “Where to wander next?” I can’t help but think about the excitement of life, what brings it in, and what I can do to have more of it. I wish there was a recipe discovered by science, but there is no such thing, mostly because it’s different for each and every one of us.

As I sit in front of my window, I can see people living in the apartments in the building across the street. I try to imagine myself living here. And I realize it’s a beautiful city to visit, but I love my country’s weather more. I realize I love to travel, but I always want to go home because I haven’t found a place that could make me move there. I love my travels, but I adore my country.

Actually, it’s not about the place; it’s about the people. Although I am mostly alone, I am not lonely. My few friends make my life better; I have my family, the weirdest bunch of people that could live in the same house, and my dog.

That’s the difference between a place to stay and a home. And that is why they say “if you are not happy, leave”. Because life is a journey, and you should enjoy it.
Most people are terrified by the thought of not knowing what will happen next, but for me, it makes me feel alive. The power of opportunities gives me the wings I need to carry myself through life. The connections are endless, and so are the opportunities.

Some photos from my trip to Amsterdam: