Why Amsterdam?

I remember the night I realized that Amsterdam is my home, it just made sense. It was the night that the verdict was announced in Ferguson, MO and the death of Mike Brown. When the verdict came in I was in Amsterdam, it was a beautiful dark blue sky and the stars shone like little flecks of silver in the sky. I woke up early that morning, it was around 5am local time when the verdict was announced....NOT GUILTY. Rioting had begun and all I could feel was empty. Alone. As if I didn’t matter.

As I sat on the deck, looking at the sky I knew it was time for me to leave the United States. I’d been traveling for about 4 months at this point. I had been living a life of fun and freedom because in Europe I was just an American, not black or white or green just an American.  In another country I was treated as if I counted.  

Also, I loved Amsterdam. I love the food, the people, the culture, work ethic. And the men...so tall and so blonde. I am 5 ft 3 and some change, and loved the fact that every date I went on in Amsterdam were at LEAST a foot taller or more. Swoon.

THAT is one of the many reasons I chose Amsterdam. Actually I take that back Amsterdam chose me.