I’m sitting here as the terrential rain comes down in Sydney and all I keep thinking is that “I wish it was snow”. I wish I could wake up in the morning to a blanket of white, where they would call a snow day and I wouldn’t have to go to work. It would be awesome, I could go sledding down the massive hill near my house and make hot chocolate and snow angels… but sadly, it’s just rain and tomorrow it will just be wet.
There was a time once, two years ago where I was sitting by a fire place reading my book. I remember looking out the window and snowflakes were gracefully dancing towards the ground. They’re so delicate and calming…I could not imaging hating the snow. I wish with all my heart that I could go back and live like that again. With all the freedom and adventure that came with it. I miss that exploration more than I’ve ever missed a human being in my life. Whenever someone mentions America my heart actually aches. I can feel it, it is as though someone has mentioned someone I have deeply loved and lost, but worse.
I want to surround myself with those people again, those Americans. Any Americans really. I want it to snow on Christmas and I want to build an igloo and go skiing. If someone would give me a visa and a job I would be gone tomorrow, into the semi-unknown but the entirely adored.
I miss the snow.
The West Michigan Shuffle.
Performed by Kim Reisin and Jess Moore
It’s all over and I don’t wanna come home. I’m throwing an internal tantrum in the airport…it’s quite embarrassing really. Never have I dreaded leaving a place more.
I haven’t told you much about the last four days of my trip. I spent them doing the most random things, though they were also some of the best. Mostly, James showed me around his hood of Staten Island (bless his little cotton socks).
I found my new favourite place, silver lakes park, almost swung over the bars on a swing set and fell in love with superman. I witnessed a pick up game of street basketball and saw a honest to god lemonade stall. I didn’t know that was actually a thing! I finally got to visit Ralph’s Italian Ices (only $1 a scoop!!) and I had wings, so so many wings. Followed by the meat sweats…that was James, not me…I don’t sweat, I’m a lady.
There were movies and long drives, too much popcorn and a fortress. I bonded with the G-Berrys who ill never forget and over all I am so sad to be leaving but in saying that, I don’t remember ever being so happy.
I love this city. It’s a cliche, I know but screw it. I do. I love New York and it damn well loves me too :)
See you soon sydney, sorry for cheating on you. In all honesty it’ll probably happen again but stay faithful you are my one true home.
shopping at the Staten Island mall. New suitcase already filled!
I only have two more sleeps left with my boyfriend…new york city. could I be anymore depressed? the week that passed saw my credit card swiped like a champ, blisters on my feet and the food…who could resist the food?
I’m now staying on the isle of staten…that is Staten Island. today’s adventure will undoubtedly take me to the mall, see my buying a new suitcase and perhaps jump on the ferry for some late night bevvies. I’ve explored some of this little borough, “the borough of parks” my tour guide tells me. it is very lovely here, more like home than I imagined.
I’ve been citibiking. From the ferry all the way to 110th street…a damn long way. cycling through central park and racking up a total of 13km of butt aching, sweaty faced enjoyment…we even stopped for a stroll along the Chelsea pier.
there has been a trip to Dylan’s candy store but I am still yet to have fried chicken wings…perhaps today is my lucky day.
actually, in anticipation I am naming today “national fried chicken wings day”… take that queen mother and your birthday. I’d rather have chicken.
I’m staying with James family who are hilarious. they are louder than my wog family which i didn’t think was possible. everyone is “tight” and amazing :)
It’s time to transform myself now…until next time…
love you mum xand HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!!!
excuse me, but it’s 3:30am in New York City and my body has decided that it’s time for me to be wide awake. I’m starving and all I have for sustenance are reeses mini peanut butter cups…yummm reeses.
of course yesterday I spent 6 hours shopping. is that excessive? no you fun killer it’s not…not any more excessive than eating the entire contents of this bag of mini pb cups anyway.
I went to grimaldis pizza in Brooklyn. If you were wondering what it’s like to put something so damn tasty in your mouth you almost don’t want to swallow then go, I’m serious, now…have you booked a flight?
forget about me becoming a crazy spinster cat lady, id much prefer to be the size of a house if it meant I could marry this pizza. is that even a thing? Can you marry food? it’s probably the same thing as marrying a man, more satisfying I expect too.
the best part was al Pacino. no special ned, not the actual al Pacino (haven’t you seen the ads? he clearly works in a coffee shop not a pizzeria) it was his soul sister…but a man. small with grey hair and the funniest American wog accent I’ve ever heard…he should record books on tape…I love him. he will be my squishy.
well enough about me my little snuggle muffins. Ill write tomorrow when I’m sure ill be jet lagged, or having late night conversations with my pizza, don’t interrupt us…that’s rude.
as my friend kevin g once said: “happy holidays everybody”