Other than living out of a suitcase, sleeping on small couches and reusing dirty socks and underwear, traveling is really enjoyable. I just recently took a trip to visit my brother in New York. My first site of the city was welcomed with a generous amount of rain and howling winds, the worst they had seen in 30 years, yay for me. The energy of the that city is infectious. Staying out late and drinking till 4 in the morning isn't unusual or unexpected. My brother and I walked the park before I left and I was greeted by a passerby, he asked if he could sit. He was a poet and to be honest, I don't remember his name, but I do remember feeling like I was in some J.D. Salinger short story, that fine line between creepiness and friendliness. Thank you New York, I had a great time.
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