lost and found.

i sat on my first solo subway ride in new york city on a chilly sunday afternoon after being in the city for less than twenty four hours. it was the n train, and within sixty seconds of sitting down i started to cry.

i felt so inspired.

and mostly i was just so grateful to have this feeling back. it's one that used to catch me off guard at random moments in san francisco. on the bus… a street corner… driving across the bay bridge. it was a feeling that let me know i was supposed to be there, wherever there was.

but see, this overwhelming joyful inspiration disappeared over the past year, and i thought i may have lost it forever. i guess all it took was three thousand miles, public transportation, and a girl willing to take a big risk to get it back again.

oh you sly inspiration you, stay as long as you would like. i am so happy to have found you.

{picture via my new pin board nyc}