Where time stands still…

… in New York.

New York never sleeps. It’s the city that always has something new going on, be it a new pop-up shop, a new restaurant, a new city bylaw, a new wave of undergraduates, a new human baby, a new trend… it never gets old. But after being here for the last year, I’ve come to realize that the constant flux of happenings in New York City has taken over what I had come to expect as flux within myself.

I’m always trying to figure New York out – what’s the next restaurant I have to try? What’s happening at Washington Square Park this week? Who’s performing at the Mirage this weekend? Yet because of this methodological and almost pathological desire to be on top of what’s going on, I’m depriving myself of something much more important… I’m becoming too comfortable going through the same routines in this city, even if these routines are “new”.

I’m becoming too comfortable going through the same routines in this city, even if these routines are “new”.

I miss being on the road, wandering with just my suitcase and my backpack. A day feels like a week; a week feels like a month. Was it lonely? Yes. Was it any lonelier than now? Not necessarily.

Will I ever feel at home, anywhere?


What I’m listening to…

I have to thank my friends Max and Fill for introducing me to Alan Walker at Coachella this year. I had no clue who he was prior to this April, but once “Faded” began playing I immediately recognized its anthem beats. Faded brings me to tears, possibly because it reminds me of how great anthems were back in ’14.

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