Brief yet complicated feelings I had on honeymoon
Some thoughts from three weeks in NYC
I started writing this from the bay window of an apartment in East Williamsburg because I wanted to say I was writing this from the bay window of an apartment in East Williamsburg, if you know what I mean.
It’s my third week of honeymoon, during what is my 8th trip to the US, and my 5th visit to New York City specifically. Most recently, I was here with Laura in 2019. It was her debut US vacation and she fell deeply, irrevocably in love with NYC. We always planned to go back; in fact, we had a trip planned for her 30th birthday in September 2020. I was going to propose. We all know what happened that year lollll. It took me three more years to actually pop the q, and now here we are celebrating the fact that we finally involved the government in our relationship. Just last week we were sitting at The Whiskey in Brooklyn, a bar Laura has been obsessing over since we went there in 2019, and where I had planned to propose, when we realised it was exactly seven years to the day since we first had coffee on a date-that-wasn’t-a-date. Kind of poignant and full circle and cute, non?
For paid subscribers this month, I wanted to share an update on honeymoon life, including brief yet complicated feelings I’ve had in America the past few weeks.
We’ve been having a bloody great time, we’re not sick of each other, we miss our dog and our bed, but we’re enormously grateful for this experience of schlepping around one of the best cities in the world, hand in hand with no responsibilities and no laptops. It’s freezing cold but the festive vibes know no bounds. We had complicated feelings about travelling to the US given the political climate, but figured being in NYC, Portland, and briefly LA were pretty safe little pockets. I’m so happy that we could visit before shit hits the fan, politically speaking. Or has that already happened? Time will tell.
If you’re here for recommendations and more exciting stuff from NYC, scroll to the bottom!
Disclaimer: To any NYers or even Americans reading this, I’m so sorry to be *that guy* waxing lyrical on your hometown. I’d hate it if someone did that about Newcastle, like ‘lEt mE tElL you about NeWcAStle, my doodz’. So, a reminder that this is just me and my thoughts, not meant to be any kind of travel guide or (heaven forbid) political commentary.
ANYWAY. Let’s dive in.