“For a claustrophobic person like me, the concrete jungle was sometimes unnerving when I was unable to see the horizon or orientate myself amongst all the similar buildings.”
I grew up in the countryside of Latvia—the very remote countryside, where there were very few people and the closest shop was seven kilometres away. Despite being quite shy in this sheltered environment, I was very ambitious and goal oriented and knew there was a lot of the world I had yet to discover.
I’ve loved travelling since I can remember. Starting from day trips with my classmates and weekend trips with my parents, followed by international travels with my friends and my first solo trip to Italy and Switzerland. It took me around a year of exploring Europe before my wanderlust heart started to crave more.
My best friend and I decided to make our first trip to another continent.
Like many others, I held a few stereotypical beliefs about New York City and the United States in general. I had a picture in my head of what it would be like and my imagination ran wild until finally, the trip began and we landed at one of the biggest airports in the world: JFK.
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