Maybe it’s because the weather’s pretty bleurgh at the moment or maybe because I’m craving a meal sans baby-rocking and an hour of toddler-free shopping but my head and my heart keep disappearing back to Manhattan.
I’m sick for a place that I’ve never called home.
We had an odd start to our trip. Firstly, we were detained in immigration because in my three months pregnant clammy state, they were unable to get any fingerprints from me. Cue lots of suspicion, raised eyebrows and questions regarding what chemicals I’d recently handled. Uh, black ink from a bic biro? And then when we finally arrived at our hotel (we were in love with Mad Men at the time and chose to stay at the Waldorf Astoria), we’d requested an non-smoking room but were given one that stank of stale smoke.
Pregnant, tired, hands covered in fingerprint ink and a smoky room. It wasn’t the greatest of starts.
But things picked up from there.
A quick call to check-in resulted in us being moved rooms. And wouldn’t you know it, the only other room available was a suite on one of the top floors. Not a bedroom but a rather large double door opening on to a hallway with a bar, bedroom, dressing room and bathroom leading off it. I won’t pretend it’s what I’m accustomed to. I’m really not.
That, and waking up the next day to glorious sunshine and a walk through Central Park led to what can only be described as a foreign affair … a Manhattan love affair … and a bit of an obsession with Gossip Girl.
Sightseeing, eating, people watching, shopping, coffee-drinking, celebrity spotting.
Manhattan is one massive, awe-inspiring film set.
A place so iconic that you feel like you know it even when you don’t (that might also have something to do with my Home Alone 2: Lost in New York infatuation).
Should Supernanny turn up at my door today and offer me a few child-free days, I’d be hopping on the next plane to JFK airport.
Unlikely, but it’s good to have a dream.
And right now in my starving breastfeeding state, I’m dreaming of ordering the chicken in Smith & Wollensky’s and much to my surprise being served the whole bird.