2019

bozeman, montana

Last year, I felt in need of an adventure. not just the go on a trip to recharge kind of adventure - but a big one. one that would shake me out of my comfort zone, scrub away the veiled layer of complacency and get me energized. One that fueled my for some reason currently dormant curiosity for life, that made me ask the questions again that not everyone wants to answer, that just shook me from the inside out, from top to bottom and inspired me. So I moved to Bozeman, Montana.

Sight unseen, on Super Bowl Sunday, I got on a plane with two suitcases and a dog and travelled across the country to a place that is on everyone’s bucket list, but that most people don’t get round to visiting. It was minus 41 the day I arrived. I felt excited, terrified, freezing, and for a split second wondered what the hell I’d done. I gave up a rent-stabilized apartment in the West Village in New York for this… and then it felt great.