A strange state of limbo, I've been in.
It's as though our feet haven't really touched the soil since landing back in London after SA. That was in early March, and still it feels as though I'm not living my real life.
We have New York to look forward to, and it's kind of a big deal, because this is really and truly the first time in my life that I've gone on a big holiday in the knowledge that I had another (albeit a lot shorter) one to look forward to afterwards. I have friends who do this all the time, co-workers who have their holiday time for the year booked out by the end of January, into small two-week vacation increments of Australia, Spain, Peru, and various tiny weekend breaks for hen-dos, lie-in country weekends, etc.
Maybe it's because we weren't the biggest holidaying family - sure, we took trips to Plett countless times as kids before we moved into the Garden Route ourselves, and hit Namibia once, but I was shocked into strange silence at my first boyf's tales of family trips on cruise ships and to Disney World. You went there? But that's... for kids, right? Wait, what? The trips are really for the KIDS?
So the US doesn't feel real, my New York is the Friends apartment, my American people are Rodney and Leno, my American food is Betty Crocker's chocolate chip. This is distorted yes, and I'd like to believe I've grown up a bit more than this description suggests. Not really?
So I'm catching up on Overheard in NY, Autoblography, and the New York State guide book my uncle (who raves about the place) lent to us, in an attempt to not be a total newbie at transatalanticism.
I expect to take romantic, dingy photos and brightly lit cheesy ones too.
Everyone I mention the trip to mentions their own experience, "oh, you simply must do this", "you have to eat there". Have you been?
In other news, apparently our bank likes us enough to give us the opportunity to borrow crap loads of money to buy a house, and then pay them back double over the rest of our natural lives. Awesome!
This is a 
screw what everyone else says. you simply MUST have a hotdog at GRAY'S PAPAYA on broadway (72nd street). awesome. a party in your mouth. and...always remember to hover OVER the toilet seats as opposed to actually sitting on them and bring plenty of hand sanitizer. your trip will be filled with much fun : )
Have an absolute blast!!!! (You're lucky you missed the crazy weather!) It'll be amazing, so I'm expecting a whole ton of photos to browse!