Since I moved to New York City for an internship in the summer of 2011, I lived with the same people and their dog for six-and-a-half years. After the pet mover came to pick up Ego for her new life in Amsterdam, I cried and cried and cried. Shortly thereafter, I bought tickets to Amsterdam to see her in the summer.
Below are photos from the trip, none of which, include pictures of me snuggling and smothering Ego because they're all on my phone.
On this trip, I also visited the Rijksmuseum and saw paintings I studied in art history. It's always an experience to finally see with your eyeballs something you studied and minored in, and it's an entirely different experience to see it through the lens of 21st Century technology.
Wandering around the streets of Amsterdam, I found this little shop.
When I was a kid, my family visited Eureka Springs, Arkansas and we took this Wild West picture. It's a picture that I hold very dear because it's just so strange. Wanting to recapture that but as an adult, I poked my head into Museumfoto and got this very scary portrait of myself that looks like, as the photographer tried to get my mindset into, "the newly made King William of Orange."
While I was processing all the photos from the trip, I decided to go ahead and buy a ticket back to Amsterdam in November to eat more stroopwaffles and to see Ego again.
This is me now.