This year marked the first time I’ve ever revisited every place I’ve called home: Vancouver, Montreal, Toronto, L.A., and San Francisco. A perfect ten.
In each place was a moment waiting for me, as if from the last time I had been there. A moment of realization, of change.
A moment of sublime connection, of time curling back, of traveling forward, of evolution and social magnetism.
In a strange way, it was like following a low key route of the person I used to be. Nothing was a surprise, except for how much it meant to me.
Thank you for everyone who helped me survive this year, for everyone who was there for me.
I can never thank you enough.