I was extremely anxious about traveling to New York City by myself, although I wasn’t quite sure why. I’ve been to many places as a solo wanderer, but the intensity and magnificence of this particular city had me on edge.
The last time I was in the big apple was in 2008 with my brother and his wife’s family. It was a cathartic time as we were still in the grieving and healing stage of my sister’s death only a year before.
As I woke up though and started walking the streets, the beautiful familiarity of this city encompassed me like a warm scarf. I tingled with electricity from the vibrancy of this city, and my anxiety quickly dissipated into the morning air.
I felt the immense power of being here by myself, akin to the stories of lone souls that come here looking to achieve their dreams, in whatever shape and form that may be.
Which I believe is the true power of this great city.
