Arrival

Traveling was a blur. As always. Something about being in motion usually makes me want to pass out. I slept everywhere I could. The most difficult thing is I feel the need to get to know everyone right away. I want to just absorb all the information of who they are and what they love and ask them thousands of questions. But that's hard when no one is functioning mentally, and I'm not retaining much information.

The first time out of the subway and we emerged into a new world. I walked out onto the sidewalk and watched cars wizz by and heard a taxi honk. Welcome to New York.

It's like we were transported here. One of my favorite things is when you're watching the subway and then the last car runs by and you can see all the people milling about on the platform across the way. The world in between. Like maybe everywhere is platform 9 and 3/4, everywhere is magic. The people on the other side reminds me of a mirror, because all of them at once are you.