One year after leaving New York, we arrived back in the city on a bitter, cold-ass February night. My husband and I had spent the past year chasing summer across 23 countries on 6 continents during an amazing round-the-world trip, and this was the first time we’d felt this level of cold since leaving the States. It was the first of many shocks to the system.
That plane ride back to New York, for me, was a complete 180 from the one on which we’d flown out at the start of our adventure. I was numb. I dreaded read more >>>
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