I’d always romanticised with the idea of visiting New York City, but never dared imagine it. In my teens, it was a faraway dream and in my early twenties, I was so engrossed in travelling to Asia and back, it was always reserved on my bucket list. But, that’s the thing with bucket lists – if you sincerely dream of a place, then you must do your upmost best to visit, are they really only for reserving for milestones?
|An Empire State of View|
So, there was one condition … I had to get to New York entirely by myself. One taxi, train, and flight later I was waiting anticipating my husband’s arrival at Newark airport. As soon as I caught sight of him, I ran towards him with the biggest smile upon my face, I proclaimed how happy I was that I had done it. Now, let’s get this straight I hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary for most people, but to me – this was completely a moment I had dreamed of. I had travelled entirely alone and arrived in another country by myself and it felt brave.
Next stop. New York City.
My first glimpse of The Big Apple was through the train window, eagerly anticipating the skylines and warmth of a city famed for its humongous warmth and love. We took our first yellow cab to our hotel on route and there it was… The Empire State Building. It was like a figure in the distance, I was a little bit in awe, overcome with sudden infatuation.
A quiet evening settling in and soaking up the jet lag, I knew this was only just the beginning. It felt so different to anywhere I had ever travelled to before, but I couldn’t sum up why. I went to bed with a heart full of dreams and woke with true excitement for days ahead filled with exploring, walking and spending time in such a famed place.
Now, I’ve got to admit that I am most probably a cliché. Because, I went to New York and fell in love with the coffee, the pancakes, the mac and cheese, and of course the architecture. I had a picnic in Central Park, walked across Brooklyn Bridge, gazed up at the Statue of Liberty, got drunk in a bar, went shopping in Bloomingdales, stood in Times Square and so forth. You must get the picture by now… I did ALL the things that millions before me and millions after me will.
But, that’s the whole point that I think I finally grasped about travel. It’s a pretty amazing thing, the opportunity to visit places alien to us in the sense that we’ve never experienced before.
It’s true, all my dreams DID come true in New York, and I guess that’s the truest gift I will take from this trip. I finally realised that dreams can come true at any time, in any place. They can come true once, twice, three times. Dreams don’t have to be put onto a list to be possible. Because, if you can dream it… then it is possible.
I know New York City has most definitely opened my heart up to possibility.
Life is full of them.♥