I am back from my first “adult” vacation EVER and it was amazing.
I have had such a crazy-awesome year working for my company that it just flew by, but it was most definitely time for a little getaway.
It has been my DREAM to live in NYC and I figured it was time to pay a little visit.
New York was exactly the fabulous picture they always seem to paint, it was never short of LIFE, FAST, and FAB!
Although I did begin my journey as soon as the second polar vortex hit, the cold could never stop me.
Oh and did I mention I went ALONE. Yes, this vacation no one could accompany but I was also not going to wait for anyone. Although yes, I was hesitant and a bit anxious of being eaten alive by the big apple I most def took my bite out of it and i LOVED it.
I did do all the touristy things, from Grand Central Station to walking the Brooklyn Bridge (to get to the most delish pizza, aside from Italy that is) I did it all, well sort of.
I hit up all my connections I had in the area and made plans to hang out with them all and that was just LOVELY.
But my favorite part was being completely swallowed up by the sights, the people, the snow, and the noise. My eyes were constantly lit up by the smallest things, I spent about 2 hours at kids toy store, totally random but I was fine doing nonsensical things by spending my time exactly how I wanted it.
I wish I could capture all the emotions I felt, from loneliness to complete comfort all at the same time. I was aware I was alone but I truly appreciated the ME time.
Oh and the New Yorkers LOVED me, not to toot my own horn or anything but there is something about a happy woman that just attracts loveliness. That Deb was so optimistic, artistic and open. I was open to the beauty of my dreams, the fear of rejection, the thought of looking effing crazy sitting at the bar ALONE, and open to the idea of forever being lost.
It was an ultimate sign of self love. I think I don’t give myself enough credit. I really believe I am the toughest to myself, I am the first to yell at myself for being wrong, I worry and beat myself up for things I have yet to fuck up, but I think this trip really made me stop running from myself. I realized how comfortable I am in my own skin, how happy I am with myself, and if all else were to fail and I spent my life seeing all the beautiful things in the world alone, well I would be just fine.
After a few weeks or months or periods of looking for validation in others, in New York I was completely validated by myself.
I had so many people gawk at my age and me traveling alone, they were honestly shocked and that made me so proud of myself. Every year, every month, every day I KNOW that I am making moves towards my end goal. I am so proud of myself, I am so happy New York was such an unforgettable time, and I am ultimately extremely blessed.
So if you are reading my blog **crosses fingers**, I challenge you to look at your bucket list, yes that one, find the thing on the list you keep waiting for someone to push you to do, to accompany to do with you and cross it off. Get up and do it. You will feel invincible because there is something to be said about having courage, about doing something to please and reward the soul, I promise you will never regret it. Get out of your head and into the world, your future self will always thank you.
Update: I am SO moving there in the next year. Watch me.