There’s a certain energy in NYC that constantly draws me back in. Opportunity, creativity, and collaboration seem to thrive here. For me, NYC is one of the quickest ways for an American to gain new perspectives. With so many niche cultures doing things differently than most of us have seen before, the city offers a fresh way of seeing the world. But the fast pace creates a constant push and pull.
A part of me loves the chaos. The other part of me misses writing in my journal first thing in the morning, listening to the birds. It makes you question—why does there need to be a choice between the two? Why not both?
Can’t I thrive in chaos and recharge in nature?
