I thought bringing a sketchbook to New York would make me see the city differently. Instead, I ended up sitting on a bench in Central Park, pretending to draw while mostly watching people who looked like they belonged. Every time I tried to capture a building or a street scene, my lines got shaky. I was more tourist than artist, more observer than participant. The city moved too fast for my pencil. I left with half-finished sketches and a weird sense of relief—like I’d finally admitted I wasn’t here to make art, just to feel less invisible for a few hours. #Travel #TravelConfessions #UrbanSolitude