Over the past few weeks since I came back to Toronto from NYC I’ve been in this strange space where I felt like I was trying to find myself again. I’d only been gone for a bit over a week but somehow when I came back the city felt different. I felt different.
New York has this way of changing me a little every time I go. It’s scary. It’s bustling. I often get lost in it. But in it I also feel reborn. Travel is like a reset button for my life, shaking it up entirely.