Salutations Readers, I write you post vacation from the fabulous city called New York. I came back in love. A shared love that is. New York is vibrant, noisy, busy, and brimming to the top with things to do. A fabulous city to visit. Key word: visit. I, like most Winnipegers tend to gripe a lot about the city but it's home. The familiar streets, the places you grew up, the friends you've made. As much as I travel, and I do travel a lot, in a strange way I enjoy the feeling of coming home. The bags at the front door, the living room conversation about the trip and most of all the first sleep back in my own bed. Heaven. Travel will never stop, I've decided that. Whether single, attached, married and or with kids, it'll never stop. Someone described it quiet perfectly. "It helps if you think of it as travel base camp." I've got to see the world, it's a burning desire of mine but the reason I come back and the reason why I will probably (not definitely cause nothing is definite) not move away is because Winnipeg has a hold of my heart.
It awesome to think that most of my what I call "farts in the wind" ideas come to life. Europe 1: fart in the wind, Mexico (1 and 2): Fart in the wind. Europe 2: fart in the wind. Now NYC: fart in the wind.
Oh! and also what I've realized is the company who you keep as fellow travel explorers is super super important! I've realized they've gotta be people who you give a damn about. It's actually quiet vital. They've gotta be people in your life who you couldn't see not enjoying that moment with. The type person who you want walking beside you up and down hills, through crowds of people, sharing that delicious pint of cool beer after a long day of walking and subsequently who you want drunk be your side, dancing in a dive bar. "How did we get back to the hotel last night?", "I don't know, I was hoping you knew" :)
Docked back at camp, N.
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