There is not much here but lingering whispers and the secrets that we hold dear.
I’ve been feeling claustrophobic lately. The city gets that way after a while. Being away amongst fresh air and the company of special people was much needed, I wish it lasted a while longer.
My alarm went off at 3.30am, I turned and peered out of the window to see that the world was covered in a layer of white. A while later, when standing waiting for my cab to pull up, I had an overwhelming sense of longing. The snow falling around me, the haunting silence of a Brooklyn street. No footprints, no tire tracks – no sign of anyone. The past was covered in a layer of cold perfection – erased for a moment.
I was overcome with emotion, a sadness to be leaving a beautiful place with beautiful people, mixed together with the uneasiness of having to move on when you wish you could stay a while longer, even for just a moment. It was a strange goodbye.
To find yourself standing on the sidewalk in absolute solitude with nobody insight in a city that’s as busy as New York is a moment that I will always remember and treasure.
This trip has, in many ways been much more than I expected it to be. I have met wonderful people, been shown kindness and compassion from strangers. I have been fortunate enough to kindle new friendships and submerge myself in old ones. As I’m sitting here at Heathrow typing this post I can honestly say that I’m excited to get home, to use the inspiration that I have gotten over last couple of weeks – I look forward to finding out where it will take me.
Thank you London, thank you New York, and thank you to every single person who has made this trip incredible.