In the opening chapter of this journey of mine, I, the protagonist had one fear and that was making friends. Despite my somewhat extrovert personality, this anxiety clouded my judgment. Only to realize I was a fool to even fear this once I had moved.
In the 9 months since I left Manila, I had countless experiences of meeting pure souls along the way who all taught me a lesson or two on love and life. One, in particular, happened in the city of Sin.
It wasn’t anything romantic or cheesy at all. It was just two strangers who oddly enough had never crossed paths in the past despite our similar circumstances and having mutual friends back home.
The moment we met at the hostel, it was if we knew each other. No awkward hellos only endless conversations on anything and everything under the sun. It also felt good to have someone who has the same humor as I do.
Though I didn’t take much from the city’s history or culture and I might have even missed a few of the city’s main attraction, I felt a sense of relief strolling around Amsterdam with this stranger who I now can call a friend.
If you know me well enough, you know I believe that friends come into our lives either for a reason, a season or a lifetime. And it’s only after a passage of time do you realize what that person has meant to you.
I can’t thank the stars enough. It’s not just the wonders of the world that take my breath away anymore, it’s those pure souls and genuine hearts that make me appreciate each city and country even more.
Goodbyes are never easy but lucky for me we both got Manila to call home and come back to. Till then Amsterdam, Dank Je (Thank you!) you made me fall in love with life’s unexpectedness once again.