Why I wanted to go to NYC?
I have always wondered what
On a more personal level, I had wanted to spread my wings a little more and I knew I would have to take a leap of faith and go. It was the first time that I had travelled overseas alone (wasn’t meeting anyone) and my second solo holiday.
What my over-active imagination thought it might be like.
· I asked friends what they had thought of NYC
· I asked them what three pieces of information they thought were most important
· I googled blogs
· I read guide books
I became quite obsessive about the whole thing if I am honest. I just don’t like surprises. I like to know. I like to be prepared. Seeing as I was travelling alone and I wasn’t meeting anyone there I was feeling very anxious about it. If I had still been in my twenties I wouldn’t have cared, but as you get older it can be increasingly more difficult to spark up conversations with strangers. So there was the imminent threat of being completely alone in a city of millions. I may have been slightly melodramatic about this but we all have our insecurities, I suppose.
Ideally I had wanted to find a blog written by a thirty-something who had been to NYC alone for a long weekend and they had never been before and it was their first trip to America and I wanted there to be details and not just the standard…
…these are all great but I was OBSESSED and I wanted DETAILS so I could morph fully into the out and out control freak that I was slowly turning into AND I wanted it to have been written in the last 6 months. I guess I wanted to read ‘my’ review before I went. I wanted to know that it would be OK.
Anyway, after all of this research I had been left with the following impression, that;
· Immigration is a nightmare
· Don’t expect manners
· The food portions will feed a family of four
· Everyone is friendly
· Take an umbrella
· It will be amazing
· Everything is huge
When this was interpreted in my head, I then expected;
· To be interrogated at immigration until I broke down, to have to go through the body scanner, and suffer the further humiliation of a cavity search and to see more guns.
· To be shoved, no pleases, no thank yous and no bless yous.
· To have so much food in one meal that I wouldn’t need to eat for the rest of the holiday, and it would be elaborate, and almost every ingredient in the one dish.
· Everyone would be laughing, and hug you all the time, and smile a lot and want to get to know you.
· That I would spend a fair amount of time in the rain, running in and out of coffee shops, restaurants and theatres.
· That I would spend a lot of time open-mouthed gazing at how different everything was, and how shiny, and how stupefying.
· I would have to make sure that I didn’t look up (I have a nervous disposition around tall buildings) and that I might not see sky for the whole weekend – because the skyscrapers will have blocked it out of course.
What it was actually like (in pictures).
Further details on what I discovered about NYC will be revealed in the blog posts that follow.
3 May 2012
New York City Review: Part 1 Overview
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