American Dream

When I was a child, I had my “American Dream”. Clearly, it was “American”, because i saw myself in a small, beautiful american town, absolutely happy, with my love alongside, walking down the street, admiring small houses, breathing warm and fresh air and not thinking about anything. That was my pure happiness, which i thought would come 20-30 years after. I was wrong. My happiness came yesterday, when I was walking down the street nearby my new home in Amsterdam. The very same small and beautiful street, with small houses, warm and fresh breeze and absolutely unique atmosphere. How lovely my life is! New home, sweet home, in a sweet city of Amsterdam. A year ago i couldn’t even imagine myself here. I just have no more words..