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HOLD UP – who painted the taxi’s black? Oh right, I see – I’m back in London. Back to reality. 6 days for some may seem an awful lot of time to spend in New York City.
For me it felt like no time at all. I’m a terror for post hol blues. I’m such a day dreamer at heart and now they involve delicious meat filled sarnies, american accents and high rises galore. I can’t complain one bit though as I get to see Sarah sis in a few days and both her and the other sis, Hannah, along with father Paul next weekend. Wonderful.
You know when you go away and you worry you haven’t done or seen enough? You frantically go online to see when the best deal is to go again (better get saving – youch) and you unpack your suitcase to find that you only wore 25% of the clothes that you dragged with you. Hey – at least I know I could have worn 5 different outfits a day. Options people, options.
I don’t regret one bit of NYC though because with any trip that I have embarked on, especially with friend Caroline, we’ve embraced the feel-like-you-live-there vibe far more than the how-many-sights-can-I-squeeze-in one.
My main impression of New York is that I can understand why people do class London as a very similar city. It has areas of likeness. Places like….the trendy bit, the tourist haunts, the artist’s hub, the yummy mummy section, the hold-on-to-your-bag parts and the financial district of course. The only difference being is what we can do, they can do better. Piccadilly Circus is definitely a poor man’s Time’s Square. I’m not necessarily saying that’s a bad thing.
One thing I don’t quite get at home still is this utterly breath-taking view from the window:
Now to be totally honest with you all, when I departed for NYC I was getting a little worried that I wouldn’t have enough to talk about. Well that is not the case. I’m almost BURSTING with everything to tell you and how I am going to keep all of this schtum. It will be a huge challenge. Friends reading this, I am so sorry but I’m afraid I’m going to keep you in the dark too because I think it will be more exciting for you to hear about it this way. (NOTE: Bribes will not be taken. Not even alcohol. I know, it must be serious).
I mentioned in my last post about the school children that have written to me about my Mum. I will be receiving and reading these this weekend and still cannot wait! My Dad has been to the school today in fact. He was there to open the garden that they have put in place in memory of Mum.
Beautiful. Mum would love it.
Spot on. A motto I’d like to think that I have always believed in but now I am using it more so than ever.
So here’s my plan for the next stage of posts coming out. I will entertain/bore (delete as appropriate 😉 ) with my tales of New York, of the people who I met along the way, of project inspire, of two projects I came across out there, of watching Stephanie perform and meeting her in person, of the photos I took and of the letters from the kids.
Something missing from above is the postcard responses. Blimey – I was so nervous about those postcards. In Paris I was leaving them originally for just me to hear back from. Now I feel like they are for us to hear back from. That waiting is frustrating. I wanted nothing more than for this to work out. My fingers are constantly crossed.
Luckily, the magic has happened once again. It has blown me away more than I ever could have imagined.
I don’t believe it myself.
I have more than one postcard response already……..