The City That Made Me Feel Small (In a Good Way)

New York isn’t my dream city. It’s the place that reminds me I’m not the main character, and that’s why I keep coming back. I’ll never forget standing on a subway platform at 2AM, surrounded by strangers who didn’t care who I was or why I was there. It should’ve felt lonely, but it was a relief. In a city where everyone’s chasing something, I could finally stop pretending I had it all figured out. I love New York because it doesn’t love me back. It just lets me exist—messy, uncertain, anonymous. Sometimes that’s all I need. #CityConfessions #TravelHonesty #UrbanSolitude #Travel