New Year, New York

“I love New York, even though it isn’t mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.” ― Truman Capote

While I work by day, I often look at my New York City Information Guide to Subway and Elevated Lines mouse pad, thinking of the time I spent a whirlwind 48 hours in the Big Apple with four girlfriends in a hostel in Central Park West on a chilly February weekend. I stepped out of work at the daily newspaper I was working at that Friday afternoon, to join my other two friends as we hopped on a bus from Ottawa traveling through Montreal, Albany and finally arriving in New York City on a Saturday morning at the crack of dawn for our first Subway ride, complete with scurrying rats.

© Amy Lynch
© Amy Lynch

We were visiting another girlfriend who was interning for a few months, living in Brooklyn and really, living the dream. We explored Manhattan, Ground Zero, Chinatown, Fifth Avenue, Central Park, headed to see Chicago on Broadway and spent one wild night at Hogs & Heifers in the Meatpacking district – you know, the one they based the movie Coyote Ugly on.

So you can imagine my enthusiasm at the fact that once my new Irish hubby and I head north in a few months, we will only be a short six-hour flight from NYC! We’ve both been to the big city but on separate occasions (months apart), a full year before we met while he was working in Canada. We can create new memories together and with friends from Canada and Ireland on our next cross-Atlantic trip to the Big Apple we’re so fond of. Until then, I will be avidly reading the Cup of Jo Guide to NYC.

Rainy days

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© Amy Lynch

It’s been quite a bit rainy here in Brisbane, which is all well and fine by me. Plants need water to grow, it can’t be summer in the sunshine state year round.

However, it does get to me when this early morning rain, fog and mist causes me to get ready in my full corporate wear, trench coat and all ready to seize the day – only to be absolutely roasting by the time I get to the bus stop! It’s days like these when I think cooler temperatures wouldn’t go astray in winter Down Under. At least I could settle into a cosy pub or a nice cafe while sporting stylish layers (and my perfectly matte, cool and calm complexion).

It still makes me laugh at the irony of it all every time I spot someone sporting their oh-so-trendy faux fur vest/hat/coat in Brisbane. If they really think this is winter, then they are in for some surprise on their next Euro-trip!