It has been a few weeks since I've been back from New York and, let me tell you, I miss it incredibly - much more than I ever expected to. When I was walking down fifth avenue, it finally occurred to me why I was so fascinated by travel. It allowed me to find my lost self in a busy street full of people knowing EXACTLY where they were heading. Models, script writers, artists all walked past me in a rush and I stood there in awe of their sense of self. I could only hope that I'd have this sort of known identity by this time next year. When I was in New York, my whole world stopped. Every problem or worry had been left in Melbourne waiting my return. My heart fell in love with an entirely different place and it upset me that I had to leave it. It made me wonder how often this happened to people and how often people were dragged away from places they absolutely adored by a plane ticket. It hadn't hit me how deeply I fell in love with the most popular city in the world until I came home. It was a bit like a break up where you don't realize your true feelings until they are, well, gone.
If I developed anything from this trip it was an immense growth in my eagerness to grow up. I cannot wait to not be seventeen years old anymore so I can discover and explore the true beauty of this world. It is moments like these that allow us to take a step back and be thankful for waking up with breath in the morning and walking with working feet. A feel-good moment.
"The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page." - St. Augustine
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