Hi everyone, how are you? I hope you had a wonderful week. Mine was pretty stressful, I’m so grateful it’s finally the weekend, to relax, and talk about one of my favorite things: TRAVELLING! Today, I’ve decided to share something a little different. I’m still experimenting a bit with that feature, so let me know what you think!
Two weeks ago, I told you we were going a little bit farther away…well, for me! This post is the first in the series I’ll call, “Living the Dream”, so…as you can guess, I’m going to talk to you about a dream trip. In many parts… I’ll let you discover the rest for yourself…
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been dreaming about the USA. I guess for Americans, it’s the other way around? There’s just something about a place that’s so far away it seems out of reach, a different culture, it seems like a whole different world. But, unlike the Shadowhunters world, we can actually visit it. New York was one of my biggest dreams. The tall, endless buildings, the Statue of Liberty, Times Square, Central Park, the yellow cabs, everything about it just made me dreamy, and anxious to get there myself.
You know what’s funny, about dreams? You think you can’t get there, sometimes. You feel insecure, not good enough, not like you’ll have the money, the guts, the people around you to support you, or all of that combined, to get there. Well, I’ll let you on a little secret, here. If you can dream it, you can do it. Okay, that’s a Walt Disney quote, but it’s true. The main question here, is, HOW?! I dreamed about the US for many, many years. I saved money for many, many years for that. I planned (well, we planned, with my wonderful best friend sister) for months. We believed that 7000 miles couldn’t separate us from one of our dreams. And we DID it. So, whatever you’re dreaming about, do not give up, you’ll get there.
You should know by now how much I LOVE planning travels. The rest of my life, not so much, but well, that’s another question. If I’m not reading, writing or well trying to adult, you’ll most likely find me browsing on websites, looking for new places to explore, looking for train and plane fares, looking for hotel rooms and places to stay, planning out days in places I’m not even sure I’m going to go, watching maps of cities I’m dreaming on visiting. DOES that make me CRAZY? Maybe.
Since we were going so far away, my sister and I didn’t plan on staying two days. We weren’t having a 6-hour flight (actually, it was a three-hour train, 3 hours of waiting and a 6 hours flight) for TWO little days. We wanted to see EVERYTHING. Going to New York was our first dream, but we wanted to do the big cities of the east-coast. WHY not, since we were here?! Boston, New York, Philadelphia, Baltimore, and Washington D.C. Greedy much, I know. But reason got to us (Did you know there are FOUR hours from Boston to New York? WHY ARE YOU SO BIG, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA). After days and weeks of wondering and planning out, we got it right, and here’s how our schedule ended up : New York for 7 days, Philadelphia for 1 day, and Washington D.C for 5 days.
Especially for a travel this far away, and this long, I, well, we, with my sister, HAD to plan out things. We kind of messed-up and went crazy this year, I’ll have to admit it, because we booked our plane tickets for July in May, so it’s not too long before…but not last-minute, either?
I LOVE hotels. Is that weird? I’m not sure, but anyway, looking at hotel rooms -sometimes crazy-ass things, I’ll admit it- is something I really love to do. So let me tell you: I had FUN searching where we were going to stay. Even if I had to have a calculator open to see if it fit our budget, and a map opened to see if it was in a great place. Planning is so much fun.
Who said planning isn’t as fun as actually GOING? The moment when you’re counting down the days, anticipating, and the actual moment when you’re on the train drinking free tea because you’re going on a flight later, and completely FREAKING OUT?! That’s the moment I love. It’s the anticipation, but right before everything is actually happening. Just like when you finally got the book you want, and seconds before reading the first line.
Early wake-up, I can’t remember when exactly. First train. Second train. Yes, I live in a small city, BUT IT IS BEAUTIFUL. Waiting. Freaking out. Buying some food. Freaking out some more. Crossing security. Waiting, again. Seeing the hour of boarding on the screen. Green light, boarding has started. People. A bus to get onto the plane. Last seats at the back, just the two of us. We left at like 8 in the morning. We arrived, it was 3 in the morning. The next morning, obviously. So, this was a pretty long day.
But I’ll forever remember when the dream came true. After the exhaustion, so tired we could barely keep our eyes open, trying to survive ’til we could get into a bed, and finally sleep. We were in the cab, from the airport, going into the city. Crossing the bridge, and finally, it was there. When you see something in the movies, you can’t think reality is just that good, or just that breathtaking. Well, there it was. Outside the windows, all light-up from inside, sparkling into the night, the buildings of New York City. The Empire State Building, all of the other buildings, right here, the exact picture perfect you see in the movies. It was here, and it was real. The dream came true, and, in that moment, I’ve never felt more happy.