I was in between jobs, I was getting over a rather esteem-crushing separation from my ex, and I was in need of a change in routine. As someone who consistently relied on other people and struggled with my own self-perception, I realized I needed to escape a comfort zone that really wasn't very comfortable.
New York City has always been my favorite place in the world, but after a recent breakup (and moving home to New Jersey), so many of my favorite places in New York felt distant and became tainted with painful, used memories. Noticing that I had started to avoid the spots I once loved so much in the city, I realized I needed to reclaim them for myself — and to make new memories on my own.
Partially inspired by this brave and brilliant post, I decided to venture all alone to New York City, where I'd lived my last year of college and made memories with close friends, my family, and my ex-boyfriend. I'd spend the day there by myself and venture to my favorite spots, giving them new meaning on my own. I wanted to do more than just take back these places and memories, though — I wanted to prove to myself that I could be just as happy in my favorite spaces without the company of anyone else. I was intent on feeling happy and loved and confident with just me.