The very last thing on my list of things to do was to write a smug blog post about how I’m ready to head off. So this is it.
Bags have been packed (well half packed with SO much room for extra stuff) not to mention the whole other bag I can buy over there if needs be. Travel cards purchased and loaded, camera charged, plane outfit chosen, laptop packed and my passport checked a gazillion times. What’s with that?
You guys. I’m going. To New York.
I keep pinching myself. The last time I went overseas by myself I was 20 years old. Shit, 15 YEARS AGO. A chubby, mousy haired girl with bushy eyebrows and NO fashion sense. I’ll never forget crying on that plane on my way over to London filled with excitement, and fear and anticipation. I was just figuring out the kind of person I wanted to be, where I wanted to go with my life and I’ll never forget how that trip opened my eyes to the world, to art and culture, (to ciggies!) and to amazing prospect of just about anything I wanted. On the way home I cried for different reasons – it was just 2 months later but I felt like an entirely different person (and I looked it – thinner, an eyebrow ring, some fashion sense). I didn’t want to go home. I was going back to a steady boyfriend, and ‘normal’ life and study and I knew that life would be back to pretty much of the same. And it was – I stayed with that boyfriend for years and years and always reverted back to comfortable and easy rather than pushing myself, challenging myself. Somewhere along the way that young, gutsy & fiesty traveller eyebrowed girl showed up again and she has been sticking her head up much more often over the past 8 years.
This time around I will be crying with relief when I get on that plane. 2 weeks. To MYSELF. I feel so lucky and grateful to my beautiful husband and family who have allowed me this time. To my amazing father in law who just went ahead upgraded me to Business Class because he likes me (SCH-WING!) to all the Grandma’s who are going to help out along the way, to my blogging buddies who I will get to share this time with. I am going to soak up every. SINGLE. MINUTE of this time. I am going to walk, and explore and eat and drink and blog each step along the way. I can’t wait to see just what woman (because I am most certainly not a girl no more) is going to come back with me on the plane on the way home. I have a feeling I’m going to like her.
See you guys in AMERICA.