Today I found out I’ll be going over to New York for work soon. Not ’til April, and just for a week, but it’s always nice to get time in a different office and do a bit of travelling.
This particular trip is very, very important, however. It’s The Reclaiming of New York.
The last time I was there was the summer. I was visiting the ex, when he was working there for the summer, when we were still very much in love (or so I thought), when he would set his alarm so he had time to cuddle me before getting up to go to work every morning. I was there for ten days. Six days later he got back to London, ate half a pizza, and broke my heart.
Obviously while I was in New York he made his decision.
Stupid man.
Since then, I haven’t liked to think about New York too much. Even catching up on the final season of Gossip Girl made me a little queasy. While I love my weekly dose of Girls, it reminds me of the day I walked to Brooklyn, missed Williamsburg somehow, ended up in the ghetto and was nearly assaulted by an obese man. When I saw my ex that night I was tired and told him my tale. He couldn’t have cared less.
This time New York is mine, baby.
I’m going to walk the length and breadth of it making new memories. Memories about me. For me.
I might even make it to Williamsburg.
Pizza of Doom 
You’re very lucky to get to spend some time there. It’s on my bucket list. I will deffo keep an eye out for obese men though. Yikes!
I LOOOOVE New York! Go make it your own!