As some of you may know, I am officially single this year for Valentine’s Day. I’ve been so busy sorting out my life after a (mostly) rubbish 2015 that I hadn’t really stopped to notice the date; but now it’s looming and I can’t really avoid it. Despite being single now and having had some bad experiences, I don’t hate the notion of love at all. I’m not bitter! In fact, I embrace it, and I think that Valentine’s Day is a great time to enjoy when you have a partner.
I’m becoming a Michelin Star restaurant fiend. If that’s a faux pas to make a big thing about, sue me. If I’m going to spend a large proportion of my income on food, I’m going to shout about it. You see, whilst I’m more than comfortable enough to go to these types of places, my bank account still notices. I’m not exactly a millionaire. I’m happy with that though, because Ai Fiori, my third ever Michelin Starred restaurant is memorable to me, because I don’t get to taste food like this every day.
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!