So I've finally settled in Helsinki after several weeks of craziness and living out of a suitcase. An account first of my New York minute...
I first arrived in New York on a Wednesday evening, the 13th of May. A tearful goodbye to mummy and daddy preceded my quick flight, which included an incredible final view of the Toronto skyline- the plane dipped ever so slightly so that my beautiful city's core fit perfectly into the window of my neighbor across the aisle- a truly moving sight. After a sketchy bus ride from LaGuardia to my hotel (read: nunnery) in Chelsea, I set off to explore the city. I've been to New York a number of times, but I naturally find it infinitely interesting, and I strolled the town for a few hours. The next morning I got up and decided to go to the Upper East Side for some shopping and museums.
I went to the Museum of the City of New York, took photos of some of the fantastic Gilded Age mansions lining Fifth Avenue, and finally decided to head back to my neck of the woods. I had some great sushi at Daioh by my hotel, and then called my kiwi friend K who models in the city. I subwayed over to her place in Williamsburg, met some of
her friends, and then we headed to a great Aussie resto, Kingswood, where K had some mad hookups and the scallops were to die for.
Many drinks later, the group of us expats headed to Southside for some debauchery. A chic place in Greenwich, I wasn't surprised to find in our booth some bitty with quadruple digit Vuitton shoes and Stavros Niarchos popping in for a visit. K and I eventually needed some nourishment, so we headed back to Williamsburg, ate some delish pizza, and passed out at her place. I had to check out of my nunnery the next morning at 11, so the early wake up and blinding sun were not welcomed by extreme hangover. I basically felt like dying the entire day, but I managed to get some good shopping done at Barney's and in SoHo before taking off for the airport- I passed out for the entire subway ride over, missed my stop, and basically traveled to like, Long Island. Anyway, I managed to get to the airport with about 20 minutes to spare, hopped on the plane, and caught my last few glimpses of North America. London, baby!
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