The moment I stepped out of Amsterdam Centraal, everything felt different.
Not dramatic.
Not loud.
Just… unreal in a quiet way.
It was around sunset.
The light was softer.
Buildings had that warm tone.
Trams moving in front of you.
People walking in all directions.
Then you look up.
The station behind you.
The stilt houses in front.
Water just a few steps away.
Parang set siya.
Like something you’ve seen before, but now you’re inside it.
I didn’t rush.
I just walked.
No direction.
Just letting everything register.
You don’t say much in moments like that.
You just take it in.
Slowly.
That first walk from the station didn’t feel like an arrival.
It felt like entering a scene.
And for a few minutes, everything felt a little too perfect to be real.
