Are you getting tired of all these New York-related posts yet? I’m sorry if you are. I think this must be the last one…
It just struck me that this time last week, i.e. 07:00 Sydney Thursday i.e. 17:00 New York Wednesday, I was at JFK waiting to board the long flight home.
Is it possible to feel nostalgia for something only a week old?
I still have so much of Central Park to explore… (Amongst a gazillion other things.)
This shot was taken there in the early yet already humid morning. My running buddy said she thought that the fun fair converted to the ice rink in wintertime. Whatever. I thought it looked pretty sweet.
Hello friends! I’m back. It was a short trip but a long journey… I’m very glad to be back in Sydney after 24 hours or so of travel.
New York was hot and sticky beneath a canopy of thick clouds. I must say the humidity took me by surprise. Thankfully, I was in air-conditioned surroundings most of the time.
The work thing went well. I got to do some sightseeing. (And shopping.)
I wish I could’ve stayed for longer.
Sydney feels very small now.
This is an old photo from June last year, somewhere in Manhattan, I think.
The point being: I’m about to head off for about a week or so, including travel time (!) from Sydney to NYC, which is a long way to go for such a brief time but that’s just what it is.
I hope to be posting to Instagram while I’m away… if you feel so inclined.
See you soon. Don’t go changin’!
I know I’m still here, but in my head I’ve packed up my stuff -no qualms whatsoever about storing away all my favourite things (material possessions, who needs ’em?)- and hit the road, or flown the coop, or set sail, for a year off. (The last, metaphorical only. I hardly think so.)
Those who know me will know that the notion of me living out of a backpack is laughable, to say the least. I think I’ve got about six months to work out how I shall do this. But I will do it. I promise (myself).
The seed of an idea: let’s take a year off, said the Hub last weekend. We could spend six months in South America, six months in Europe and six months in Asia. That’s a year-and-a-half! Well, let’s take a year-and-a-half off! …We couldn’t possibly. (Could we?)
Now I can’t stop thinking about this.