Flying back to England from New York.

Saturday, 5th of July.

I am so proud of myself. I did this journey so well. I woke up, carb-loaded for breakfast- 2 onion bagels, 2 low fat yogurts-vanilla and blueberry, cups and cups of black coffee, cup of orange juice with ice, like 4 mini pastries, banana, and jams, and cream cheese and bowl of cheerio’s and frosted flakes with milk… like it was a goooddd breakfast.

And then I packed and headed out to Central Park. I did a bike ride around the whole park and then walked to the Met.

Cycling around Central Park at 10am on my last day in New York.

Carb loading for breakfast to walk my final 30k steps before leaving New York.

Final view of Manhattan peaking from the trees in Central Park.

The Met was good, but at this point, I started to feel sad. Like my heart was slowly sinking in my chest. Going to the top of the Met- 5^th floor gave me a 360-degree view of Central Park, and that was really nice. I was wearing my nice black mini bandeau dress from Zara, so I felt nice. But other than that, I mostly walked around the Met slowly or sat in silence for moments and struggled to lift my spirits.

Top of the Met 360 view of Central Park and New York.

Enjoying the 5th floor view of New York from the rooftop of the Met Musuem.

The World-Changing Trees of Vincent van Gogh as seen in the Met.

These two friends sat next to me on the rooftop terrace, and we started to chat. They were both eating egg salad sandwiches. Both of them were from California, but one of them was living in New York, studying, and the other one came to visit her. It’s nice to get into conversations with people here and there. Adds those little moments of human connections while being alone.

I then walked to the shops and got a Ghost energy drink- sour raspberry sour patch kids flavour- it was nice, but just like cigarettes, I felt embarrassed drinking energy drinks because the only thing people consumed while walking the pretty streets of new work were smoothies, fresh juices, and iced lattes and matcha’s.

Walking the streets of New York with a takeaway coconut latte from Starbucks.

Crossing the streets of New York in Manhattan with a cup of DD cold brew with a sweet cold foam.

Sitting and resting after walking 30k steps in Manhattan with a frozen summer and banana smoothie.

I continued walking all the way back to the hotel, exactly on schedule. I got there at 2.30 pm, had my final cup of joe- their black coffee was unreal, and then headed off to the subway. I got to the airport on time, and everything went smoothly. Because I ate such a large breakfast, I didn’t need to eat for the rest of the day, and I only ate my first meal on Sunday morning for breakfast.

My final moment in my hotel room I was staying at in New York (5 minutes from Times Square).

Cup of Joe on my final day.

Final moments of taking in the vibe of NY before heading back to the hotel and leaving NY.

The one thing I remember was when I was riding the Jamaica line subway towards the airport, there was this couple that sat opposite me. And it was hard not to look at them. There wasn’t anything special about them. But it was how they treated each other, and the kind of energy you felt from them, even when they were both sitting there in silence. It was just such tender loving care. It was nice to see.

I got to the airport, and I was knackered. I kept telling myself to just keep going, and the moment I got on the flight, I fell asleep. I was in and out for the next 7 hours, and then finally, we arrived back in the UK. 

Sunrise at 4am seen from my seat while flying back to England from New York.