On Tuesday afternoon after 29 hours, 6 movies and little more than a pinch of sleep Mr M and I finally set foot on our fourth continent in less than two days – Australia.
After almost two years to the day in New York we were home. To stay. Well, at least for now.
And on leaving, I realised that I finally felt as though I really knew New York City. I understood the quirks of the R train, instinctively walked in the right direction after emerging from a subway station and could swipe my metro card without breaking stride (most of the time). I could navigate (most) neighbourhoods without a map, had memorised the opening hours of Century 21 (go early!), was accustomed to NY cawfee and, thanks to Mr M, knew the many street vendors to avoid.
Over the final week I traversed much of the City on foot, trying to imprint the place into my mind one last time. I savoured my last Ample Hills and Blue Marble Ice creams (so I like ice cream..) had pizza at Eataly, walked the Brooklyn and Manhattan Bridges, dodged the crowds at Macy's, shopped at MOMA, dined at Balthazar (Mr M's favourite NYC restaurant) and took one last walk evening walk on the Highline. Ahh, the Highline.
Our last month in the US, a month in which I failed to blog (apologies to my loyal readers) was much like New York City, rushed, chaotic and quite emotional with a good dose of drama. And I finally got to really know our neighbours in our Brooklyn apartment – just in time to leave. Miss M – Thanks for making me feel as though I wasn’t the most hysterical person in the building.
To my New York friends, thanks for the laughs, the cawfees, the walks, the weekends away, the shopping and the support, and the amazing facial at Erno Lazslo!
To West Elm, see you online.
And despite my absence from New York, I believe I have a few more blog posts in me. So stay tuned.