amstdm2

half a decade was blink and i missed it. an amsterdam return was the natural culmination of the deepest struggles. it was the life equivalent of the wild taste of crisp dust on your lips, post flamin’ hot monster munch. the universe, universed and my little sister joined us for the redux. i won’t blow smoke on bicyclists, quaint canals and stroopwafel. what happens stays, it’s why and who, not what.

we had  “all grown up” reflections, re-tread old ground on fiery house parties inspired by our exuberant mum and further still, to sneakily watching rugrats in paris in our impressive dens. and kudos to the humble lemoncello king, who isn’t just a* company, but goes beyond and higher to facilitate my chaos. i’m awed by a friend that you’d be charmed to find over 10 lifetimes.

leaving at stupid o’clock was no biggie for the timinator. we completed it in chill mode and caught the eurostars without a glitch. our apartment was banging as strawbs would say and a little siesta was all i needed to reach the spirits, with a homecoming to the legendary establishment that is cafe cuba. the emotion was very real and we really couldn’t believe we made it.

there’s nothing like breakfast in the sun, unfortunately we didn’t have the privilege. the weather was measurably terrible, though in this town, does it even matter? i saw the progress i’ve designed for myself, i’m. just. me. the fibres of the crater where my chocomel heart is, are knitting together again. i’m invincible when there’s no wayward objects in my orbit, i don’t answer a soul and i’m freeee.