"A man never goes so far as when he doesn't know where he is going."
- Oliver Cromwell
Almost three weeks back and admittedly I'm already jonseing to get back on a plane, go somewhere new, to a place I've never been, filled with sites I've never seen, people I've never met and foods I've never tasted.
I had this thought, that even though I've lived in New York almost 20 years, there are so many "different" New Yorks, New Yorks that don't define me or my experiences here, I should be able to explore this city I know so well with a new set of eyes, an open heart and a clearer perspective... Easier said than done. Sure, there are many things I haven't seen or done here - but with all those years under my belt, the "old" overpowers and consumes me. Every street, every corner - even every subway station - reminds me of a person, a conversation, a time, a moment. It feels imposssible to escape the comfortable and the known and see through to the undiscovered with brand new lenses - mine are far too tinted.
And so, as I come to grips with the fact that I'm not going anywhere too far off this island - for now - I miraculously found myself in the travel aisle of a Barnes & Noble. "Wanderlust," a collection of travel narratives found me. The foreward is by Pico Iyer and titled "Why We Travel." It's the first thing in a very long time when after reading, I felt compelled to immediately go back to the start and read it all over again. From the very first words, it expressed and compressed all of the many random emotions and thoughts that have been hovering over me the last few weeks. For anyone who even remotely is interested in travel, it's well worth the read - highly recommended.