young people graduate from college without the hint what to do next. ?Sure, he had a degree, but what did that really bad anyway? I still had a craving to amuse himself at my own and see the world. I wanted to explore and put aside the books for a while. I got the best plan ever: I moved to Amsterdam and live in a boat house; with a friend of the artist I had met during a semester of study there.

Not too excited for my parents with the idea, but I also knew that I couldn ‘t do much with my degree in creative writing. So eventually they let me buy a ticket to Amsterdam and the main poff to live in a house boat with someone who had never been found. Looking back at him, feeling a bit crazy and really amazing that I let it go. I guess that must have my need for adventure and maybe even the good that came from years of a life in a boat house.

Absolutely loved every day I spent in the boat house anecdotario, my Dutch friend of the artist. Sleep in until whenever we felt like it and then come onto the deck of the boat house to drink coffee and make small talk of people passing near the Riverwalk, or the things we care about most in life. We spent endless hours that came with our philsophies on life and love and everything in between. As the writer who was, I determined to record the year in the boat house on the four spiral – bound diaries that he had packed in my suitcase on my home life.

I spent my afternoons wandering the streets of Amsterdam and stopped for a coffee or a snack once in a while. I just sit and watch people try and sometimes brilliant writing poetry on your clothes or your hairstyle or your secrets. The only bright writing that came from my years in the boat house was my day. I have had such close daily these past thirty years and have slowly begun to share with my children when they feel well to adults and try to conquer the mysteries of the world in their own ways.

I wouldn ‘t trade my years in the boat with anecdotario home if it means my life. I loved that year. I learned more about me, about the world, and I decided that writing was the thing I really loved the most. My parents were happy that I met that year and I moved a little closer to home to continue teaching.