Reminds me of the time I spent in Argentina and the realization I had during my stay there. I like to travel to leave things behind, but I discovered that no matter where you go in the world nothing is really ever left behind. Everything comes with you. I thought that with travel I could shed old thoughts, shed the broken heart. Turns out the thoughts and the heart follow a person from city to city.
Cities are the perfect breeding ground for isolation and monotony. At night I would look out my window in Argentina after a beautiful day in the city just to feel the same sense of lone as I do when I look out my window in New York after a beautiful day in the city. I don’t know if there is a word for this, something that is beautiful and simultaneously sad. “Bittersweet” comes to mind but doesn’t do the moment justice. Perhaps “bittersweet” thrown into a blender with “melancholy” and “magical” to create a new word would be able to capture a glimpse of the moment. That is what the feeling is like when you are up late and night and you catch a glimpse of the moon. Thank god that that no matter what city to city I go to in the world that the same moon will hanging by my window, looking back at me on those nights.