New York, New York

24th December. The time for very very late Christmas shopping and bustling around a tumultuous crowd of clatter. What better place to be than in Times Square? Times Square, the busiest street on Earth, that is.(Word of advice: if you are ever in the Big Apple during Christmas, retreat to your cosy apartments, run yourself a bubble bath and certainly do not sheepishly decide to go out. Whatsoever.)

My time in New York was a roller coaster, in all of it’s own. As the City That Never Sleeps, I took it upon myself to observe every single detail of the city whilst breathing it all in. Despite frantically hustling around the MeatPacking district and scurrying through various museums, the skyline was where the genuine beauty of the city lies. When the view from the hotel room was practically Central Park, skyscrapers and luminous lights, I could not complain. Something seemed special, though. Maybe it was the constant sense of adrenaline that enveloped the city; or the millions of people that co-existed amongst one another. Possibly even the rambles of the kebab vendors. Whatever it was, I need more of it.