I really do miss Amsterdam. Whatever is said about the city, I found it to be a lovely, welcoming place and the one that felt the most similar to home. The people had a lot to do with that. Everyone I met was friendly and helpful, always willing to say hello on the street. Out of all the places I visited on this trip, Amsterdam and London were the two cities that I could see myself actually living in for a long period of time.
I miss the squeak of bicycles as they passed me by on the street. I miss the taste of the biscuits from the Christmas market and the strange lavender sauce on my dinner. I miss the rush of air against my cheeks as I rode through the streets. I miss the sadness of Anne's house, strangely enough, and the brightness of the Van Gough Museum. I miss the excitement of certain areas of the city. I miss the kindness of strangers on the street. I will miss you Amsterdam, my whole life I think.