When I was helping my parents move out of their house a few years back, I found a note I wrote to myself when I was 10 years old. Not sure if I wanted 21 year old Jasmin to find it, but I did.
Everything on there was useless expect the following line–
“Visit the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam please”
I’ve wanted to see his work in person for a while now. I finally got the chance when I was in DC this September.
I’d be bluffing if I said I wasn’t emotional.