And then it sets in

It's funny how things change with time...sometimes in a matter of weeks, sometimes in a matter of hours.

Amsterdam is very cool...that certainly hasn't changed. It is still the vibrant, confusing, chaotic, lively, wild place that it was when I arrived. Any change to this place would probably take centuries.

But it hasn't taken all that long for me to just want to be home.

And home, to me, is people I know. People I can talk to.

I miss my friends and family. I miss being able to call someone up and hang out. I want to talk to someone about the latest movie, or the weather at home, the changing seasons, the football game...the anything in my life that I truly relate to.

Last night was fun...but it got old quickly. I wandered all around town looking for...I don't know. I suppose I found it. I ended up spending most of the evening at a British pub drinking Guiness with various people around the world. It was cool to talk to them about stuff...about the few things we all have in common.

But I really want, more than anything, to just sit back in familiar surroundings and babble about the life I know and love.

I realize this is a fairly big change from my post yesterday. I guess a long night (and deep into the day) sleep will do that to you.

I wandered this city until I got blisters on my feet...literally. I took maybe 3 to 4 pictures. My heart just wasn't into it I guess.

I leave tomorrow...back to Switzerland. I'm looking forward to that...I'd leave now if I could.

But more than anything, at this moment in time, I would love...love in every sense of the word...to be home.

I miss you all very much.

But who knows what a day will do to me...or a week...or the next couple months. We shall see.