New York City, December 2011.
The year has come to a close, and as much as I try to embrace every thing that happened to figure out who I am now, it’s simply not fathomable.
I realized 1+1 should tend to 1, closed some circles, I stepped out of a safe space, revisited old ghosts, and found myself across the world.
Travel is searching, but I don’t think that what I am searching for is out there. I’m searching for things that teach me about myself, and how to push me harder.
I raise a glass to this year, all that’s been and all that could have been. It’s been a great ride — and the start of the rest of it.