The worst thing about summer for me is that it has to come to an end. I was thinking about this yesterday as I dropped the children off at school and turned the A/C up to warm for the first time this year – I already miss the days of driving around with our windows open singing our hearts out to Shake It Off.
If there’s one thing I like in life, it’s a nice hotel.
I will book into a hotel at every opportunity, I really do daydream about them. The robes, the room service, those huge bloody baths.
In case you hadn’t noticed, I like my food. When I go abroad I plan my days around which restaurants I want to eat at and when I was dating I got more excited about eating in lovely London restaurants than meeting new people. Waitrose is my happy place and I like nothing more than an early night with a pile of recipe magazines.
I tell you, my life is wild.
When the lovely people at P&O asked if I fancied a trip on Ventura, my first thought was obviously “HELL YES”. And then my second thought was “do I have to bring the kids?”.
What a difference a day has made.
I don’t know if it’s this city, the people I’ve met or the freedom I’ve felt but already I am rejuvinated. For the first time in a long while I feel capable and excited at what might be round the corner. Despite the late nights and jetlag-driven early mornings I’m energized and simply, unashamedly happy.
I‘m here, I’m in New York! And have been up since 4.30am thanks to jetlag and the champagne hangover from my flight yesterday.
It was the best flight of my life. Scratch that, it was one of the best DAYS of my life. Because I know how to pick my friends well, Kirsty went above and beyond the call of duty friendship-wise and upgraded my ticket to first class using her airmiles.
If you ask any new mum the one thing they miss about their life pre-parenthood, they’ll probably say the same thing. Alone time. Me time. Silence.