The Places You’ll Go, The People You’ll Meet

I remember back to the first time I went overseas at 14. I diligently kept a travel journal with all my ticket butts, brochures and postcards. In a lot of ways I feel like writing about my time in New York on here is exactly the same thing, but it’s making me feel a little nostalgic for the magic of that very first trip.

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Today I spent a few hours in the West Village. My friend Shannon, her friend Chantal (who is also Australian) and I went to Bluestone Lane for Lunch. It’s owned by Australians, who I have come to the conclusion after my recent travels to London and now New York, do breakfast and brunch better than anyone else.

We then trekked around the surrounding shady streets to find Magnolia Bakery and its famous cupcakes. I loved the bright red and blue doors on some of the houses in this area.Β They look so impulsive and cheerful andΒ I think it makes you automatically assume that whoever lives inside must be a happy person.

A huge highlight of my day, and probably actually my whole trip, has been the activity I have just returned home from. You see, just over 12 months ago, I received an unexpected email from a boy called Ryan, who lived in New York. He had found my blog through Lookbook, and had emailed me to say that he thought I looked like a happy person who loved what I was doing, and that it was infectious and he encouraged me to keep going with what he thought was a uniquely optimistic approach. I replied to say thank you. After all, it’s not often these days that someone will actually make the effort to tell you what they’re thinking, especially if it’s a compliment, and especially when that person lives on the other side of the world and you have nothing to gain from making the effort.

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Over the next twelve months, Ryan and I would share countless emails, texts, Facebook messages, and hours on FaceTime. Who knows why we hit it off, but even over the Internet, he quickly became a friend. I had never had the experience of speaking to someone I had never met, and not running out of things to say.

Tonight, I finally got toΒ meet Ryan in person. I have spent the last few hours walking around Battery Park and Wall Street, and then at dinner where we talked about all kinds of nonsense.

Ryan may have thought that I was a happy person, but it’s people like him that make me so. I hope that if our friendship can last this long and thrive across the Pacific Ocean that I have made a friend for life, and if this were the only thing that I would ever gain out of starting this blog, I would consider it a tremendous success.

Heidi xx

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