Saturday, March 30, 2013
Friday, March 29, 2013
Monday, March 25, 2013
Spring has officially returned to Amsterdam, and I'm happy that's almost true. The date of spring has come, yet the weather is still lacking in its warmth. I have April 20th as the ideal spring warmness date, for this city, so I'll be anticipating the weeks ahead with glee. I'll be traveling to Mechelen, Belgium, not this but the next weekend, so hopefully the springtime blossoms and buds will be a bit more developed, down south. I have only been to Belgium a few times, while passing through, while another time I overnighted in Brussels, but only for a weekend. I can't wait to practice my Flemish.
Coming to learn the inner-workings and intricacies of this tiny continent is endless and exhausting, but also really fun. I've been listening to many podcasts on European history–all ages–since December or so, and one of them I'm even listening to again, even though I listened to all 30 one-hour-each lectures not even... two years ago. What can I say, I'm truly a lover of non-fiction subjects; mostly those that revolve or invoke in some way, anthropology or the arts.
Life is a swirl of the studio, my house, and the city. And more recently there was a very large tin-can involved, that shot me all the way from Amsterdam to Chicago, in the sky. Yes, my trusted-and-true oft' baby-blue-colored and beloved airline transported me to Illinois, to the third largest metropolis in the United States of America. It was another whirl-wind week that found me pronouncing around the Gold Coast–and all its splendor–while occasionally strutting down to the Loop, and the area just above the river, Streeterville.
Happy am I to be back in my city, though. America is fast, and loud, and friendly. Only after realizing how much the economy really is a service economy–at least in that city–did it become, yet again, clear to me that everything is so fast in America because time really is proportional to money. Chicago did seem, however, very livable and loving. Helpful and interesting people, with OK weather (a bit of snow), and lots of architectural history. Lots of it. And luckily the Gold Coast was full of it, too. There were many turn-of-the-(last)-century homes that had been restored with pride, and had accent night lighting in ways that almost no, if few, Dutch homes could ever conceive of. These homes were not hard to miss. Which reminded me of my home...
Amsterdam becomes more known to me, now that I've lived here for some time. I can map the major streets and landmarks, and I even know most of their names; the Dutch language is now my language, and that has freed-up the city and made it accessible in such small yet not-minor ways that I could have never anticipated; and neighborhoods are no-longer distant ideas of a utopia somewhere near the West Village, in New York–neighborhoods are all around me in this city, and I know where they are, and to which to go and for what. Thus, my Dutch language skills are really important to me. I hold them near my heart.
Every day I feel more at home in this city. Which still amazes me. But also excites me. And the best part is, it can only get better.
Monday, March 18, 2013
It was my first time visiting the USA for business rather than pleasure. My time in the city was spent at the ever so chic Public Hotel in the Gold Coast neighborhood, just North of Millenium Park. As the Midwest is my former home, I'm no stranger to all things Chicago–funnily enough, I had, at one time in my life, thought that it was the city I would spend my life in. I would dream about and pine for Chicago; yet if I only knew then what I knew now. While a wonderful place to visit and certainly a comfortable place to live, Chicago is no longer the ideal city in eyes. Everyone is friendly enough, the streets and public transportation are all quite clean, and the parks nestled within its grid are certainly charming–like much of the Midwest. Yet these days one half of me is Dutch, and the other American.
Friday, March 15, 2013
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Spring is returning to Amsterdam, and rising alongside this seasonal rebirth, is sunlight. The sun has returned to the tiny city on the North Sea, and with it has returned my chipper spirit and zest for life. The dark, cold, and long days of the annual Northern European winters are depressing and dreary; something I had not previously taken into account when deciding to move across the ocean, just five years ago. Now that the sunlight shines both on the way to and from the studio, I feel as if I, too, am having a seasonal rebirth–alongside the sun. My soul is warming, as the light shining above the city gets brighter every day…