I’m here! Made it to NYC in one piece after a grueling 24 hours on a plane (it was death). By the time I got to JFK airport, I had a very sore bottom and I was completely done with being around planes and airports. BUT, once I got in a cab out of the freezing cold (and omg, I was stupidly wearing thongs) you should have seen my face light up when the cab driver turned a corner last night and there it was, the bright lights of the New York City skyline that goes on and on as far as the eye can see. Nothing could wipe the gargantuan smile off my face, I couldn’t get rid of it myself.
Did a bit of a stroll around Downtown Brooklyn today and found Brooklyn Bridge Park after walking the wrong way for an hour. Day 1 has already tested my limits. However, walking the wrong way led me to Absolute Coffee, a quaint little cafe that made a decent almond milk f-dub (flat white), on par if not better than some Sydney cafes. I was so happy that I didn’t have to resort to Starbucks for decent coffee (like my last US trip) that I emphatically said “yesss!” to myself out loud on the street.
Exploring Downtown Brooklyn today kind of made me realise something that only felt real to me today. I have a whole four months ahead of me at my disposal. Don’t mean to boast by all means, but this feeling of being free to do whatever the hell I want and not being chained to a desk feels absolutely incredible. This feeling does not come by very often and I am so so happy that I am doing this. I took risks to get here and I was pretty scared leading up to this point, but life is about pushing yourself, taking risks and facing challenges, right? Lets come back to this question in four months time to see if this trip was worth it. I have a sneaking suspicion that my answer will be an emphatic “yesss!” with it being one of the best and most challenging experiences of my life.
Photo cred: my Sony RX100. About time I started using my own photos (that aren’t from instagram or stolen from the internets).