From my travel journal: New York City, 2015 (2)

Yes, there have been a few of these journal flashbacks lately, but the deeper I get into planning mode for the #👫WorldTour, the more I find myself thinking back over the semi-charmed kinda life I’ve led for the last few years…

On this day, in New York City, I was that silly cliché with tears in my eyes. I couldn’t believe how much things had turned around for me. I couldn’t believe all of the hard work and persistence had paid off. I couldn’t believe where I’d ended up because I didn’t give up. I couldn’t believe I was standing right there…



“Today has been pretty amazing, one of those picture-perfect New York winter days… It’s absolutely freezing, around -7°C, feeling about -15; we left this morning to talk up the west side of Central Park, in the snow! Actual, perfect, powdery white snow. Completely carpeting the city. The park was the most magnificent winter wonderland 🙂 How is this my life right now?!”


From my travel journal: Toronto 2015


“I quite enjoyed the walk in the cold and the snow, to be honest… I love the cold, I love winter, I love the feeling of defrosting over hot tea and feeling your face tingle in the fresh air.”

Winter wonderland: Central Park, New York


But seriously, how is it possible for a place like this to actually exist? Walking through Central Park a month ago felt like walking through an impossibly big movie set… everything was perfect. Every snowflake looked like it was exactly where it was meant to be, every leaf blown to just the right spot on the ground, every reflection off the frozen lake shining like it was unnaturally lit up.

I know you guys who live in New York must absolutely freakin hate this weather, I can only imagine how insanely inconvenient the weather has been of late, and I do feel for you – putting on that many layers of clothing is tedious, at best. But as a visitor, even a visitor who fell in the snow + ice + rain and tore her rotator cuff a little bit (yeah, I was that clumsy peanut), it was like walking through the most perfect winter dream