I have thousands of images of this wonderful city. I pretend that I live here but I don’t. I did however, do a lot of growing up here. I think it’s time. It’s funny, our concept of distance. We can be sitting next to another and be no where nearer than half a world away. Distances increased by doubt or silence. The time comes and we are forced to move, to create bridges to who or where we want to head out. And often we think of what it feels like to be able to put an end to distance only to find out that it is always there so we run. Run not like we are being chased, but run – like we eagerly want to cross a finish line, in our best time.
A lot of growing up, that’s what I did in this city. I’m sure that’s what everyone else did too.