Wanderlust

Wanderlust. The desire to travel. Nomad. A wanderer. New York. The Big Apple. I found myself in this mesmerizing city after having traveled three continents in the past three months. I went alone, almost like a trip of self discovery. This was my way of claiming independence. You’re probably thinking why New York, and my answer would be, it’s the place where people hope that anything is possible. There are thousands of dreams that fill the polluted air, an ironic metaphor for the hardships people face to fulfill these dreams. Nevertheless the energy is undeniable and limitless, something that I needed, to make me believe in myself again.

I ended up here after booking a flight the very same afternoon that it was scheduled to leave. It was an impulsive action to say the least. I had to jump straight into this organized chaos just to feel in control. The excitement I was felt showed, I almost ran to the boarding gate and to my seat, but then I realized the huge smile on my face was already creeping people out, so I chose to try and act normal. How was I supposed to be normal? When I knew magic awaited when we landed. The feeling is like the one every child has on Christmas Eve when they know presents will be waiting for them the next morning. The feeling I had was exactly the same because whenever I’m in New York something incredible happens.

It was early February and the city was covered in snow. The magic that I felt was visible all around. Central Park became my muse. The trees were bare, the lakes frozen. This landscape made you focus on the colours that contrasted, and this was the life that was seen in all of the people around me. I found the magic in these people. Their emotions unable to hide from the reflective snow. Everything slowed down and I was encapsulated in the moment. I realized how blessed I was to be in such an influential city, surrounded by hopeful people, and most importantly I found myself completely embraced by possibility.

I ended up in New York because I wanted to escape the feeling of being confined, so I went to a place with hundreds of skyscrapers, but thousands of dreams, that cannot be confined within their walls. Wanderlust made me discover. Being a nomad kept me inspired. New York renewed my ambition.