Happy New Year everyone! Now that the champagne hangovers have cleared and we’re all ready to give up on our new year’s resolutions, I thought it would be time to inform you all of how I spent my new years in New York City.
It was humble, to say the least.
I was at my lovely friend Lucia’s apartment. But she’s away in Italy so she very generously allowed me to stay at her place whilst she’s not here. As long as I’m here to spend some time with her when she gets back. I’ll take that deal!
New Years Eve
I stayed in. Yes, some of you might think that that’s boring and such a waste since I’m in New York for New Year’s Eve and “what an experience” and all that jazz. But honestly, I could not think of anything worse than being in Times Square on New Year’s Eve. So many people and it was so cold!
Instead, I watched New Years Eve movies, made myself a massive dinner and opened what I call my ‘jar of happiness’. It’s a jar I’ve had for the entire year. Every time something delightful happens, I’ve written it down and put it in the jar. I also invited other people to write things to ‘add to my happiness’. I found myself crying the happiest of tears most of the night opening it up and reliving all of the glorious memories. A lot of which I had actually forgotten about.
To everyone who added to my happiness of 2019, I am forever grateful. Your notes and words were given so much time and space, and I can’t wait to fill it up with brand new happiness in 2020.
I’m in New York, and although this city is grand and magnificent, it’s also really cold and uncomfortable. I came here 7 years ago and absolutely fell in love with this big, grand city. I was fascinated by it. There were so many different people and places to explore. I found myself in Times Square every day.
But maybe, with age, comes wisdom and I’ve decided that it’s just not for me. It’s too much. My personal space has expanded to the point where I don’t love the crowds of tourists as they push around trying to get the best photo. I don’t love the locals who live here that never smile and walk with their heads plugged between earbuds staring at the ground.
It’s hard being here as well because there’s nothing natural about it. No one actually fits here, because it’s such a mix of different cultures and people.
I’m also pretty upset about the fact that is hasn’t even bloody snowed! I came here expecting to have a lovely snow-filled Christmas and New Years and there’s been absolutely nothing. It’s just cold and sometimes it rains. Oh, I did see the sun the other day too. That was nice for five minutes.
So it’s meant that instead of going and exploring outwards, I’ve instead been exploring inwards. I’ve had a lot of time to myself to adjust to what’s next and what I want to do with my following year.
The Next Adventure
After a lot of back and forth, emails, messages and calls later, I have found my path. I’ll be going down to Nicaragua to volunteer at a lodge/hostel. I’ll be teaching yoga and helping out with baby turtle releases there and I could not be more excited about it.
This place is actually somewhere I went back in 2012. I remember it because although we only went for a day, I fell in love with the place and always thought I would go back. Well, here it is for me.
It also means I’ll be back, next to the ocean in my swimsuit most of the day. I’ll have salty hair and won’t be able to stop sweating. I cannot wait. Cold weather just isn’t for me.
I still have about a week left in New York before I head south to explore. Let’s hope it snows at least once in that time so I can get my money’s worth!