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A day in the life: Amsterdam with Aby

Two girls, a lot of dreams. Even though Ally and Aby live in different continents, they have a lot in common.

I wake up naturally thirty minutes before my alarm rings. I hide my face under the covers hoping that by some cosmic miracle time won’t pass. In need of a cup of morning coffee to start the day, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and cautiously place one toe on the wooden floor planks.

8.30 AM, De Jordaan

'In need of a cup of morning coffee to start the day, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and cautiously place one toe on the wooden floor planks.'

8.30 AM, De Jordaan

'In need of a cup of morning coffee to start the day, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and cautiously place one toe on the wooden floor planks.'

I wake up naturally thirty minutes before my alarm rings. I hide my face under the covers hoping that by some cosmic miracle time won’t pass. In need of a cup of morning coffee to start the day, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and cautiously place one toe on the wooden floor planks.

I miss the sunshine and bright light of Spring in the City and how the temperatures steadily rise into Summer heat. In Amsterdam the threat of a torrential rainstorm never subsides and you never know for sure if you’ll get to enjoy Summer that year.

10.45 AM, Ten Katemarkt, Amsterdam

Today I worked a half day, so I’m free to do what I want this afternoon

The beauty of the tall, thin houses with their large bright windows along the canals will never cease to amaze me.

2.05 PM, The Vondelpark

Maybe deciding to exercise on an empty stomach wasn’t the best idea. I got myself into a similar situation in New York’s Central Park last year, but at that time the problem was quickly resolved when I nearly roller-skated into the side of a food truck. I proceeded to buy what turned out to be the best pita with hummus in existence. The food alone is a good enough reason to move to the City.

Great. Just great.

I’d rather have a negroni like the one I ordered in Attaboy last year, an exceptional Manhattan cocktail bar. But now something greasy is in order to soak up the alcohol. I head straight to my favorite Belgian fries, which are sold from an open window from a tiny store right in the city centre. I confidently order them with extra mayonnaise, greedily grab a fry… and a big blob of mayonnaise drips on my pants.

Great. Just great.

– 8.40 PM, City Centre

What would it be like to fall asleep in a bed amidst the hustle and bustle of Manhattan?

What would it be like to fall asleep in a bed amidst the hustle and bustle of Manhattan, maybe in a cute walk-up apartment? Would it be easy to make new friends? I think about New York nearly every day. Maybe I should move.

I think about New York nearly every day. Maybe I should move.

A day in the life of… Aby

A day in the life of… Ally

I think about New York nearly every day. Maybe I should move.

A day in the life of… Aby

A day in the life of… Ally