The Call of the Unfamiliar: Into the Unknown

I don't think I need to carry the flashing neon sign stating that I am an outsider in NYC. I prefer the 'simple life' of smaller towns, backroads, and country nights. The house with land, the time in nature.

This week, I found myself passing through NYC again, but this time it felt different. It felt closer, like it was calling me. It felt comfortable and important. I sat with it, wondering why I was in awe of that skyline. Why did I feel a pull?

On the drive home, as I worked my way through the seemingly endless and countless parkways running alongside I-95 and made my way onto The George Washington Bridge, a place that has a deeper meaning, considering the miracle that happened in that stretch of the Hudson River, there was a strange weight in the air.

As I crossed over, despite the usual chaos of merging traffic and Google telling me to cut over four lanes, I felt an odd moment of peace. No frustration, no anger. It all seemed to flow naturally, as if I belonged there. No horns, no gestures, just smooth sailing.

Looking at that NYC skyline, the same skyline that had always felt distant, suddenly seemed to call me louder than before. It felt like a glimpse into the future, where I would no longer be a stranger in a strange place, where it would all make sense.

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