The only line that is true is the line you're from

One of my greatest bits of happiness in life comes on mornings when the sky lets the sun break through to give light on a new day without the dreariness of gray overcast. It happens nearly every day in the summer, but clear skies are few and far between during winters in the Northwest. If you've ever had a window aligned with the sun's rising path, you can't deny your understanding of what I'm trying to explain. When I wake up on these mornings I feel inspired and remarkably capable, usually with the itch to travel. I came across a word which I think encompasses my current, and regular, state-
Wanderlust: a strong desire or urge to travel or wander

As much as I want to experience a new culture in a new realm of the world, I keep thinking about New York. Places always linger in the back of my mind ( Paris, Rome, the coasts of Greece, Quebec, Morocco, sometimes just San Diego) like distractions and motivations both at once, but New York is certainly the one I'm most often guilty of letting sneak into the foreground and pull me during my day. Maybe because everyone else is talking about San Francisco. Or most likely because I bought my tickets this time last year. The reason isn't what matters, it's presence does. I'm ready to go.