When I decided to leave my New York life behind, I knew more or less what I was losing: a comfortable, clear-cut life. An easy city where everything was in reach, where I’d already proven myself and where the red velvet ropes opened to me like magic. A world where, almost everywhere I went, familiar faces were there to say hello. That was great for a few years. Then I started to get a little bored. As any artist will tell you, too much comfort ruins being comfortable.