What Happens in Amsterdam

by Rachel Lynn Solomon

Sometimes you can have the clearest memories of places you’ve never been. Distant cities are familiar as old friends, either because you’ve seen them onscreen a thousand times or you’ve heard stories about life-changing vacations or years abroad.

That kind of yearning is so specific, a dreamy ache that could be simple wanderlust or maybe something sharper, something that sits between your ribs and convinces you that’s where you’ll finally be happy. Able to breathe. The best version of yourself.

When your entire world implodes around you, sometimes the only option is to implode right along with it.