Coming Home

So, it's been allready two weeks I'm in The Netherlands and it feels weird. The thing that makes it feel so incredibly weird, is that it doesn't feel weird at all. Everything is so normal, everyone is still here, doing the same things, nothing's changed much.
I didn't feel like the experience in Italy changed me a lot, because I will always be me, but the truth is, it did change me, in little ways. I've seen a lot, experienced a lot, learned a lot, from others and myself. But I only noticed it, when I came back, when I saw that everyone else didn't change.
In a way this was a very comforting feeling. Even if I leave for half a year, I will always find friends and family when I'm home.

So what have I been up to these weeks? Actually... not much. I've never been one for a very big group of friends, so no: my house has not been swamped with people who wanted to meet up. So logically I've set to the main task at hand, which is searching for work and a new apartment.
I decided, not to anyone's surprise, to return to Amsterdam. I've always been open to the idea of living in another city, if I had good reason to do so. However, this hasn't happened. Therefore I'll return to the city I call my home, to the place where I feel strong and to the place that beats to rhythm of my heart. 

I AMsterdam!