Overexcited is not the word

Who knew that after an approximately 15 hour long journey, including a beautiful view of someone's travel sickness on the coach and the consumption of some very dubious looking omelette, I could be on such a hype usually only experienced by a two year old after eating a whole bag of sour Haribo. Seeing my first yellow taxi was enough to set me off, bouncing about as much as humanly possible with legs that had not been used in 9 hours. I got rather snap happy on the coach to the hotel, only realising later that most of the photos only captured the reflection of my friend in the seat in front and promptly deleting them so as not to look like a crazy stalker.







Upon arrival to our hotel, I was amazed at the little fountains outside and the glass fronted building with the luxurious reception...... ok so our hotel was actually next door, but I dared to dream for that split second, silly me. Our hotel, at first glance, seemed very quaint. A small reception with two "elevators" at the back. It seemed pretty average and exactly what I would expect from a short University trip.... until I reached our room.


Jade.. the designated key bearer.. opened the door. Immediately screaming "Oh my God! It's huge!!" Well I automatically assumed she was being sarcastic, not understanding how such a small hallway could hide such a large room. But I investigated and got all giddy again. Kitchen, dining area, living room, bedroom, bathroom. I thought only kings lived this way... or people with jobs.








After flicking through every single US channel ever made, we ventured out into the big city. It must have been slightly annoying for everyone I was with when I was acting like I had never seen the world before, adopting an overactive pointing obsession and regularly exclaiming, "Wow! Lets take a picture of this! I'm sure this is famous!" I ruined every chance for my friends to be 'subtle tourists'. Oh well...my bad!

A watched clock never ticks.

Thank God my watch has actually stopped working.... but for some reason I'm still checking the time. Apparently it's quarter past nine. Wishful thinking.
So to pass the time I'm having a little bit of a research.



I wouldn't say i really enjoy shopping that much but the prospect of shopping in New York has thoroughly excited me! I can see myself going on a mini rampage. A good thing about being small... you can get through queues pretty much unnoticed, and if they do notice? Well I'm far too cute to be shouted at...


The frantic half hour

Ok. So maybe frantic is a bit of an exaggeration, especially seeing as I was over my panic within half an hour. But as a particularly laid back person, I must say that this last half hour has been a pretty stressful one.
I have just been packing to go back to Nottingham tomorrow, and very cleverly decided to take back a larger suitcase so that my New York experience can be made all the better by all the extra room available for the millions of heels I intend on bringing back..... or maybe not. Somehow my clothes have managed to expand, taking up twice the amount of room as they did on the way home, my shoes must have stretched and my underwear collection seems to have multiplied considerably. I would blame it on my large amount of Christmas presents but I don't think that the dollars I was given take up much room.
And seeing as getting to Nottingham is the most awkward journey on earth, comparable only maybe to Frodo's journey across Mordor in Lord of the Rings... I am not looking forward to this in the slightest. Someone of my size should not have to carry such a large suitcase across the North East, on two trains and across the East Midlands, and Frodo thought he had it bad carrying a ring?
It wasn't until my mother offered to pack for me that I eventually relaxed, put on my onesie (stylish I know... but its cold okay!) and decided to write about my ordeal. I'm going to need all my strength tomorrow to lug this huge suitcase about!

My plan for tomorrow then?
1. Watch mother pack for me
2. Find my missing shoe
3. Go and pick up my train tickets that I accidentally left at a friends
4. 15:06 get on train
5. Switch trains (preferably find a slave to carry my bag)
6. Get back to halls, research and plan the perfect trip!!

Hello New Year! Hello New York!
Just my luck...

The hunger that must be satisfied

It has been drawn to my attention that this trip may actually be ruined by a stupid thing called snow. I have never liked the stuff and now it appears it is getting it's own back on me for all my years of groaning and moaning over its existence. Okay so there was a time when snow was not my worst enemy, I used to quite enjoy rolling up a good snowman, carrot nose and all.......but that was before I had an appreciation for shoes. I have come to notice that fashion and snow tend not to mix, and to be honest I'd rather hibernate than step foot outside in a pair of Clarks. But snow... seriously can you hold off your revenge until I have spent all my dollars on top notch designers goods?

To update you, all NY airports have been closed.

What will I do if I never get to see New York without resorting to google images?
Well I simply refuse to let this happen, so my plan of action?? If the planes won't get me there, I'm sure Red Bull will.



Me enjoying New York whether the snow likes it or not

Countdown to the crunch

So christmas has come and gone... the festive cheer most definitely has, and unfortunately crazy sales shoppers have taken its place. Working in Reiss over the holidays has, to my dismay, placed me in the thick of the bedlam. You can almost hear the elbows being sharpened... a scary situation for a person of 5ft 2inches to be in, I tell you. But I just keep counting down those days/hours/minutes/seconds until I finally set foot with my tiny feet in the huge, beauty of a city that is New York.

So this week, it has occured to me that the turkey ridden lump that I have become should sort herself out and scrub up New York style... "yeah baby" (I just couldn't resist a little Friends reference, as ever).  So I have promised to stay away from the mountain of turkey, roast potatoes and chocolate log that has been left over, (as a result of my Dad worrying a little too much that we wouldn't have enough food to feed all 14 guests on christmas day), and make way for the new, not fat, woman that i intend to be. The hair dye has been bought and it is time to at least contemplate spanks?? Maybe not... but a high-waisted wardrobe is a must.

Let the countdown commence. 10 days
A very accurate location of New York

The first thought


Whilst thinking about New York and the upcoming trip, I realise that not only do I know nothing about the place, but I also have no clue where it is. Yes, of course its in America, but lets face it, it’s a vast area and I feel slightly overwhelmed. I am not surprised by this in the slightest, me being the girl who, when asked where Brussels was, replied in an uncertain tone… London?? And when trying to direct her friends to Nottingham, could not reply when asked if it was anywhere near Sheffield. In my defence, it’s hard to know of any surrounding areas when you haven’t been to them… or paid attention when you have passed through them.
Therefore, I am aware that to research before this trip is probably a wise idea, not wanting to be the one who gets lost and needs to be rescued, I would prefer not to be transported back to an earlier memory of being trapped in Koko’s crèche for kids, alone, only to hear my name being called out on the megaphone. “Would Anna Kerr please come to the food area!”  The shame. I must make a pact with myself not to get too excited and wander off.
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