Getting to go back to Amsterdam after taking my “breakdown trip” (that’s what I’ve decided to call my pre-life crisis) felt like such good closure, but also bright in that my future is unknown, shit is scary, but I can go to that place of uneasiness and still return. Being there with my family and close friends and getting to show them around my stomping grounds was pretty magical. I even made sure to wave hello to Charlotte’s duck friends before I left.
Here are just a few snapshots from our first few days in the city. It was bustling, rustling, and a whole lotta crazy.