Dear Amsterdam,
As I contemplate the fact that I'll next see the sun set on another continent, I'm very pleased to have spent the last several weeks getting to know you.
You're a very lovely city, and I remain charmed by your deep, rich history. I've had a wonderful time here and I hope to return to your cobblestone streets again someday.
But I'm glad to be going home. I miss my native language, my queen-sized bed, my kitties, and my kitchen with it's full complement of counter-space and accompanying arsenal of utensils. I miss my friends and my school and my city, with its antiquated public transit system and a deep, rich history all its own.
So even though I know I'll miss you when I'm gone, right about now I just can't sleep for the anticipation of traveling homeward bound following the next sunrise.
Fondly,
Jacqui
