Hmm well admittedly that was not the greatest start to the every-day-update-plan. My excuse: jetlag (and spending the day sloth-like on my sister’s hugely comfortable new sofa).
The jetlag over to the States was way worse though, because I was somehow unprepared for it. I thought I’d land, be sleepy for a while, then engage into blissfully curious action mode and have a wild time exploring.
Turns out expanding your comfort zone is extremely uncomfortable, especially when it’s not actually that big to start off with. (This should probably be a very, very obvious thing, I realise, but it’s funny how it’s precisely those innocent obvious-ers that go for your throat the minute you look away.) The lack of sleep and overwhelmingness of Manhattan had me doubting myself oddly. It really brought home that I need substantial pockets of alone-time to climb into to read and draw and relax and breathe and think properly.
I also realised it was the first time I’d made such a big trip just to see friends and have fun, and it felt really audacious, haha!
Once I had some quiet and more sleep, I had a brilliant time – and of course, I had the most amazing host, flatmate, tour-guide, book-devourer, philosophy-chomper and writer to show me around. Betty is a star – I doubt that I could have put someone up and romped around the snow with them while nursing fevers and working as a super-intern and making plans to see sites, meet poets, take over the world, etc. for three weeks AND be sparkling company all the while. She’s an electric powerhouse and I stand in awe of her.