It's not until today that I actually realized how much the city of New York has drained me. On one hand it is a city with so much visual inspiration, on the other hand the magnitude of it overwhelms you completely. I admire people that can keep on working creatively in a context like that for years.
I'm privileged enough to be able to go back home and enjoy the quietness, the air, the mountain scenery, complete silence during nights. A bit of both worlds is just what gives me the right balance and makes me happy. And besides that I love everything else about being back home. Especially my bed and my books.
