As I sit here in the Portland Airport, running on twenty minutes of sleep and a whole lot of excitement, it’s finally hitting me that I’m actually going to New York. I’ve dreamt of going for most of my life, but haven’t made it there yet. Exactly a year ago, I left London, where I learned to be a smart, efficient traveller after four months of stumbling my way through the tube system and various airports. And now the anxiety steps in: am I still a good traveller? Will I have as easy of a time navigating the subway as I did the tube? Why did my sisters have to use up all of our data literally days before this trip?

Don’t get me wrong, there’s also a lot of excitement. I already have, like, three instagram captions picked and a bunch of places I want to go and things I want to do. But still, can K hold her own in the big apple? We’ll keep you posted.

XOXO Kim Peoples (#1, 5.4.2019)