New York City

For my solo travel adventure to NYC, I freed myself from the baggage of camera gear (my Achilles' heel in terms of relaxation) and took nothing but a disposable camera. I started out at an Airbnb directly above B&H (how doth satan tempt me) then hopped to a hostel on the Upper West Side. Just let me say: never before have I walked so much in my goddamn life. I was hitting at least the equivalent of a half marathon every day, mostly because of my inability to properly navigate public transportation (but let's pretend it was for health reasons). In my time there, I became the queen of takeout meals, because a park bench swarmed with ducks ends up being far more entertaining than a table for one. Wandering the city got lonely after a while, but little bits of magic sprung up everywhere-- sharing a laugh with strangers in warm coffee shops, the lighting bugs in central park, a raccoon that I startled (I'm really in tune with city vermin), the Argentinian boys... Overall, NYC, not bad at all.

Final request: when I die, lay me to rest in The Strand bookstore.