Yeah, I’m terrible. The 27th of June was a ridiculously long time ago. I don’t even have an excuse, so let’s pretend this three month hiatus didn’t actually happen…
I mean ok, the last three months definitely happened: I spent a crazy two months struggling to survive in the NY heat, then moved back to Yorkshire, and then to Leicester to finish my last year at university. It’s been a whirlwind of packing suitcases and ultimately failing completely at the whole blogging thing.
It’s ok though – we all mess up occasionally and sometimes we need to just be. If I could describe my summer I’d probably sum it up with that. I spent my last two months in New York simply just being. I danced in the rain at Rockaway Beach, drank endless cocktails on rooftops and read everything I could in the shade of Central Park. I learnt that there is nothing more beautiful than watching the sun go down over the Manhattan skyline, or laughing with the most wonderful group of friends you could ask for.
I faced a roommate who went a bit crazy (it’s best not to ask) and a bedbug scare (could that BE any more New York) and I moved from the East Village to the Upper East Side to a six floor walk up with insane rooftop views. I came home to Yorkshire and truly appreciated how lucky I am to have so many people welcoming me back with open arms.
All in all, I’d say these last three months certainly existed. Sure, the internet may not have heard the tales and the in and outs, but that’s ok. Sometimes we need to just live.