Just over six months ago, I got on a plane departing from London Heathrow towards Australia. If we’re going to be technical, the plane was actually headed to Shanghai… but my final destination was Sydney. The last six months have shown me that anything is possible, and so here I am. Still. Sydney is my new home… for now.
I am always shocked when people act really surprised about the fact I travel so often around the UK. I mean, to me, this country is so small, and there are so many deals that I feel it’s really obvious that it’s a simple way to see more places without even needing a passport. However, it’s not always such a given for other people – I really wonder why that is – but maybe with a slight nudge they might venture on out more…
I told more than one friend I was going to Ski Dubai and in more than one case, their response was the same. “HOW is it possible that you’re going SKIING in the DESERT?”, and phrases to that extent. Ski Dubai is one of the world’s biggest and best fake snow experience centres, offering skiing, snowboarding, djdkdk and more, and it’s set right in the heart of one of Dubai’s greatest shopping malls of all places – Mall of the Emirates.
Nashville, Tennessee is one of my favorite cities in the entire world. I had visited once before, aged 21, and I’ve been dying to go back ever since. This time, I got to see and do even more, and I think everyone ought to experience it for themselves. If you are visiting briefly, as part of a road trip like we were, here’s how to enjoy this amazing place in just one day!
I’ve been AWOL, very much so, lately, for personal reasons that I have largely neglected to blog about. I went into things briefly in my last post, but for the most part, these things will stay private, at least until I have a better hold on them! So, with that in mind, I was super fortunate to be granted the chance to get away to some solitude for the weekend. Escaping the misery of Peterborough and the craziness of London was nice, and off I headed on a press trip to the grandeur of Clevedon Hall*, a picturesque and recently renovated wedding/celebration/corporate venue just outside of Bristol.
If we could go back to my teenage years and ask me precisely what I wanted to do with my life, I’d say absolutely, categorically, that I wanted a career I could be happy in, the opportunity to travel, and the chance to keep on seeing the bands I love, preferably around the world. Nothing’s changed. I’m lucky in that at 25, I’m at least sort of living that dream. Sure, I may be slightly jaded, even disenfranchised somewhat, but stories like this one that I’m about to tell continue to give me hope. In fact, it’s a ton of stories, intertwined into one, inspired by a common love. My one wish is that this hope never dies.
If you’re anything like me, you’ve romanticised the hell out of Williamsburg/Greenpoint, in Brooklyn, New York. I’ve come to the conclusion that this is most likely because you either a) love ‘Girls’ (I’m guilty!), or b) wish you were a little bit cooler like Jenny in Gossip Girl – or basically any hip-hop star (also guilty). It’s no coincidence that two of the ‘coolest’ nights out of my life have been in Brooklyn – one was an insanely fun, legitimate Sorority party which ended in me being called ‘snowflake’ repeatedly and rapped at on the subway home (I was one of only two white women in attendance), and the other was a bit of a rock chick soiree. There’s an energy in that borough that makes you feel alive, I swear.
One day, back in November, I was sitting on the sofa, bored, looking at flights – as I often do. Suddenly, I said to Dougie “LET’S GO TO NEW YORK FOR VALENTINE’S!”. I don’t know if I was kidding or what, but anyway, it wound up happening. I’ve wanted to go back to NYC for some time now, and my fifth experience of the city didn’t disappoint. Yes, I go away a lot, and yes, I am lucky. But I’m cursed with wanderlust and blessed with the determination to do what I say I will. Plus, I work pretty hard – the money thing really helps, too!