New York
In a little over an hour I’ll be setting off from Scotland —> England —> France —> America, where I’ll land in the “concrete jungle” that is New York. It’s my first transatlantic flight, which naturally means it’s my first time in the States. Considering I had been avoiding planes up until 4 months ago, I think it’s safe to say I’m now catching the traveling bug. I’ll be spending 4 days in NYC, staying in a hotel situated in New York’s prestigious Times Square. Honestly, for as much as I’ve read up on this city, for all of the photos I’ve drooled over, or for every blockbuster movie I’ve watched (not to mention the 6 seasons of Sex And The City I own), I still don’t know what to expect from New York. Will I succumb to its much hyped charm? Everyone seems to think it’s one of the best cities you can experience, and some people have even went as far as saying it’s changed them. Whenever there’s hype, however, I always find my stubborn self resisting, but with New York… well, with New York I really want to give in and let myself fall. I’m excited about the hustle, about the food, about the well documented tourist attractions — basically all of the cliches the city has to offer. And I’m excited about capturing it all through my camera, though I don’t expect to come away with a new perspective of the place. This is my first holiday in 8 years. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous.
