The old travellers are ruthless! They take over everything! It’s actually kind of crazy. Today has been raining on and off pretty hard all day. Maybe that’s why I am feeling so melancholic. I hate that hostel. It’s so gross. But it’s a place to shit, shower, and sleep, and that’s all I am going to do there.
Today I went to Carrie Bradshaw’s apartment, Magnolia Bakery. Where I had a cupcake for breakfast, and bought some sprinkles for my sister.
Also went to the World Trade Center 9/11 Memorial. It was intense. If I can sum up New York in one word it is intense. When I went to St. Paul’s church, I was overwhelmed with emotion, it is the church that all the workers rested, where so many different trades and occupations came together to assist in any way they could. I cried, I cried like a baby, I had to leave the church and walk around to the side. I couldn’t help it.
They were selling hats at there, all my dad asked for was a hat. So I got him an official NYPD hat. The hat much like the church symbolizes, strength, courage, and unity. I think those three adjectives describe exactly what my dad has gone through, and how in a strange way, it has reunited a family that grew apart.
I think I was weeping for both my dad, and for everyone who perished in that awful incident.
Btw, if you are considering seeing the 9/11 memorial, it is crazy, and I am not sure if I recommend it. There is a huge screening process, you have to take everything off, and walk through a metal detector - US customs wasn’t even that intense.
All in all it has been a good start to the trip - tomorrow is supposed to be sunny. So I want to spend the day near Central Park, check out Rockefeller centre and one of those hop on hop off tours. I am gonna go back to Chelsea in a bit cause I am unsure of exactly where I am, but I want to go back to Times Square. I need to eat something cause I’m famished, but I am waiting till dinner time. My appetite has really been replaced by so many other emotions.
If I have realized anything it is that I am ready for love in my life. Before I just felt like I wanted it. But now I feel like I am actually ready for it. But I am willing to wait for you. Whoever you may be.
Ps. All the men here are gay and smokin hot. Ouch!!
The South Tower memorial pool. (at World Trade Center 9/11 Memorial)
Carrie’s stoop! #satc #dreamcometrue #justpeedalittle (at 66 Perry Street)
I’m in New York, by myself, a little scared, a little nervous. The hostel is kinda gross and the people haven’t been all that friendly. Seems like my ‘gay’ hostel is more straight Aussies than anything else.
It’s kind of overwhelming, intense, and every other word you could use to describe being over stimulated. But today I will check out Carrie’s Apartment, maybe take that city bus hop on hop off tour, and see the world trade centre.
Must get food in me, and supplies, and a map for fuck sakes!
This is not about boys. This is about finding myself. If I can do this, I can do anything. As long as I have some free wifi and a shower I’m good!
Wish me luck bitches.
Dad goes in for his scope today.
Fingers and toes are crossed. He will do amazingly
