Amsterdam

I was sitting with my family in a cafe next to a busy road and a busy canal.

The sun was setting, it warmed my face and illuminated the loose tousles of hair that danced on the heads of my Aunt and her son. They looked at each other with endearment, discussing something that he found much more amusing than she did.
A cold breeze refreshed the smell of tobacco that hung around my nostrils, and stole the slight warmth that the deceiving sun gave me. The taste of coffee rich on my tastebuds warmed the roof of my mouth and my insides. I was in the midst of several different foreign conversations when I realized how perfectly happy I was in that moment.

I imagined myself kissing the cheeks of my Aunt 3 times and saying goodbye and thanking her for the coffee. I imagined myself getting on my bike and riding through and around the narrow streets of Amsterdam and along the Amstel river to my apartment. I imagined throwing my keys on the counter and shaking off my jacket, then greeting my flat mate who's head was buried in a book surrounded by study notes. Then I imagined going into my room and sitting at my desk and studying. Actually studying and wanting to learn because I was actually enjoying my course.

That was how I wished I was spending the rest of that day.

However, as with every moment, the feeling ended. But I will remember it, and I will use it as motivation to get be to where I want to be. Because I am going to have to work my butt off to experience that again, but to actually be in the moment instead of just imagining it.

Thats what I want so so so badly.

Bee