I don't love NY?

I need to make a confession. I am guilty of one of the worst crimes in the world. It is not a violent or malicious crime yet it unacceptable non the less. I was one of 'those' people, 'that' person who walked around proudly and arrogantly sporting a white tee-shirt laden with the message "I HEART NY". Yes, I was one of those people. I am not proud of this terrible horror however my confessions have not halted here. After visiting New York in July 2011, I came to the sad but true realisation that, I actually do not 'heart' New York. To be frank, I don't even really like it that much.

I may have only myself to blame, although I really don't think that is true. Before arriving in New York I dreamt of the city as being a whimsical place where dreams come true; I expected glamour, gays and Gossip Girl. What I was confronted with in my initial hours were subways, smoke and smell. Of course, many New Yorkers will argue that they are all part of the glamour of New York, however, I found this concrete jungle was too much concrete and not enough jungle.

I expected the glamour and style seen in so many movie sets; the romanticism was left behind in the summer heat, long lines and unbearable hostility.

I guess maybe the big apple was just a little too big for this small city girl and California's warmer climate, West Coast vibe and ocean waters were calling my name!

I am re-welcoming myself to this blog. With no followers I feel this gives me the liberty to write about whatever interests me each day.

I am fortunate to have just returned from seven months overseas; as such, I have a wide variety of hobbies, likes, dislikes, interests and irks. I will use this blog to write about these as well what I love most (writing, food, travel and sport) plus anything in between.

I mean only kindness and wish wellness to others.