N E W Y O R K
'If London is a watercolour, New York is an oil painting' - Peter Shaffer
I have to constantly ask myself that “if not now, then when?” The overwhelming desire to travel in what perhaps may be my only break before being thrown into adulthood, and the draining hunt for a not yet sorted graduate job meant that when the opportunity arose for my boyfriend and I to get away, we packed our bags and headed for the Big Apple. How I managed to afford to fly to New York City in the most expensive month of the year whilst paying my disgustingly overpriced London rent is beyond me. However, I’m too full of American pancakes with far too many Christmas presents that still need buying to question the current state of my bank balance. (Thank you, student overdraft).
Travelling to the US for the first time, New York was everything I expected it to be, but better. It was a playground for luxury, clear that you passed people on the sidewalk on salaries as high as the skyline. I was so overwhelmed by the energy of the city, the glorious food, and ridiculous elaborate lights that brighten up every block – even the Subway in 42nd St. was lit up in LED circus lights. I spent my week living in the concrete jungle I had dreamed of visiting ever since I was young, each street felt like I had lived it before in one of the movies I’d seen growing up. Despite being warned of the expense of one of the shopping capitals of the world, I learnt that I was still able to meet all of my Blair Waldorf expectations without breaking the bank.
Diners became our best friend; with bottomless soda and fries for $5 or less, and burgers so damn good they make GBK taste bad, you could easily fuel up for a long day of sightseeing. Unpopular opinion that could be based on where we chose to eat, but I think NY’s only downfall was that almost every bloody meal seemed to come with fries. I ordered eggs Benedict in a cosy breakfast spot in Brooklyn one morning, desperate for a break from grease. What did I get? FRIES!!
Thank God for Whole Foods and their overpriced fruit bowls, which helped to stop me feeling like Humpty Dumpty by day three.
In short, I fell in love with New York. Despite feeling like we walked a marathon a day to avoid the extortionate yellow cab fares, I soon felt accustomed to the fast-paced nature of this charming city that truly, never sleeps. It's no secret as to why it is one of the most popular cities in the world. If you haven't been, then go. And if you’ve been before, go again.
“New York, I love you, XOXO”