A much needed bike ride.

I took a late night bike ride tonight, cruising around the Jordaan, Amsterdam’s working class neighborhood. I rode up Marnixstraat listening to music and enjoying the empty, quiet streets that filled the Sunday evening. The breeze on my face felt very refreshing and for once, I felt at peace here in my new home. The houses line up in impressive rows, large towering buildings, but thin and often one building sticks out from the other rooftops, revealing its slant nature. I rode by windows with people sitting inside, watching tv, or pass by beautiful sitting rooms, windows covered in white lace. Empty cafes, late night shoarma and pizza shops keep the street lit, and occasionally cars will drive by, forcing me to come out of my trance and ride closer to the sidewalk.

I stopped by a movie theater. The building was very old, all wood interior, the restaurant adjacent offered a bar and upstairs seating. Two large windows reveal the entire operation. I decide to come back the next night and treat myself to dinner and a movie.

On the way back home, I pass by canals and the homes that float atop them. The yellow lights of the street reflect off the water and help light my way. Down near my little studio, I cruise around my surrounding streets, thinking its time I look into the cafes that adorn my neighborhood and take advantage of my them before I have to move to my new apartment.

Back inside my small little room, I am breathing deep, peaceful breaths. It feels good to be here. It feels good to do what I do. The promise of sharing this ride with my girl feels amazing. I feel lucky and lonely and grateful and melancholy all at the same time.

Time to write comedy.