I’ll say it. I like Amsterdam, but I don’t love it.
I don’t think I’ll speak of it in the rapturous terms that many others have. We get along, the city and I, but I think we’re meant to see other people. It hit me on the way home; Amsterdam is a city of revelry, merriment, and conviviality. I am alone by choice. We have different intentions, the city and I. I’m glad I came, and I’ve seen amazing things here, but I’m ready to move on to London.