Once Upon Another Time

Today is April 1st - that day in which fools are made. This is not the case here. I am, indeed, moving. I am, indeed, departing. After seven years in Europe. After four years in Amsterdam. I am leaving today.

I watched this day on the calendar with an ever changing bouquet of emotions. Day to day or even minute to minute my feelings broke astonishing land speed records. The funny part is how to express them?

How does one express the changes seven years of experience sows in a body, in a mind? Seven years of transformations and incarnations. Seven years of friendships, of loves lost and found, of new people. Seven years of trial and error.

Seven years have gone by in what seems to be seven seconds and all I can say is how grateful I am for every minute of it. I am blessed to be afforded this opportunity, to have had this time, to be given the chance to grow.

Of course I am sad to be leaving. Of course there are those here I do not wish to leave behind. But I will be back. And in the meantime a beautiful road lies ahead.

A few days ago I discovered the song 'Once Upon Another Time' by Sara Bareilles. It is very apropos of this moment. Some day in the future I'll look back on my time in Amsterdam and say:

Once Upon Another Time
I lived a life so unlike mine
and was Free


The Lyrics:

Once upon another time
Somebody’s hands who felt like mine
Turned the key and took a drive
Was free

I recall the sun sank low
Buckley on the radio
Cigarette was burning slow
So breathe

Just yellow lines and tire marks
Sun-kissed skin and handle bars
And where I stood was where I was
To be

No enemies to call my own
No porch light on to pull me home
And where I was is beautiful
Because I was free

Once upon another time
Before I knew which life was mine
Before I left the child behind

I saw myself in summer nights
And stars lit up like candle lights
I made my wish but mostly I

And yellow lines and tire marks
Sun-kissed skin and handle bars
And where I stood was where I was
To be

Once upon another time
Deciding nothing good in dying
So I would just keep on driving
Because I was free

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