Where is home?
I have been asking myself this question. Sometimes I fool myself into believing it could be anywhere or nowhere, implying a life beyond borders. Yet I remain curious about the root of this desire: Why must I pinpoint a specific location and call it home?
Everything in Amsterdam moves in cycles—bikes, water, stories… and second chances. Amsterdam might rhyme with hamsterdom, but it has nothing to do with fuzzy pets—unless you count the millions of wheels spinning in a constant cycle of existence. I was in Amsterdam last week and seeing people on two wheels everywhere was not a