I’ve been writing about my trip to New York – I’m not sure how to blog it, so I thought I would write it all down, and then piece it together after. Consequently, it might be a few more days before anything goes up, but for now, I suppose this is just a bit of a love letter to the city.
People told me I would fall for New York, but I never expected to fall as hard as I did. We had pretty much the perfect weather, Blue skies and warm enough that we didn’t need coats, we walked the streets of Manhattan, drinking it all in.
New York is strange and surreal. Everything is startlingly familiar, but at the same time, it’s all so very different. Mars bars are called Milky Ways and Coke has a strange aftertaste. You feel like you know the streets, and in way you do – they’re so omnipresent in popular culture that you recognise glimpses here and there and hailing a cab feels like you’re in a scene from a film.
Everyone kept saying I would find it all very overwhelming – that NYC is bigger and nosier and smellier and just MORE everything than anywhere else. I didn’t though, it just felt busy and alive. On the first day, James and I walked up 6th Avenue for 30-odd blocks, and we just drank it in. Tried not to take photos of absolutely everything. Tried not to point everything out and look like tourists.
I think we packed a lot in to the 8 days we were there. We walked miles. We walked until our feet hurt, and crashed out in our hotel room the evenings, exhausted, planning the next day.
I am so grateful that James wanting to go to NY Comic Con meant we went when we did. If we hadn’t, we would have more then likely been there when the storm hit. The pictures coming from New York and especially Lower Manhattan where we were staying are breaking my heart. We got to experience this amazing city at it’s best, and I can’t wait to go back and see it’s recovery.