I have left the love of my life indefinitely, but it doesn’t mean that we’re broken up. Let’s just say, we’re seeing other people. Or, I’m seeing other people. After all, they say the best way to get over somebody is to get under somebody else.
That’s right; New York and I are on a break. I’ll be back sooner or later, but in the mean time, I’m going to be cheating on New York City with Orlando, New Orleans, Las Vegas, the Grand Canyon, Los Angeles and San Francisco.
I’m going to be spending the remainder of May road trippin’ across the country with five of my favourite people. I’m flying down to sunny Florida and meeting the gang, and then, after visiting The Wizarding World of Harry Potter, we’re driving to the jazz capital of the world, New Orleans. We’re flying from New Orleans to Las Vegas, where, after one wild night on the strip, we’ll be camping in the Grand Canyon, rollerblading down the Venice Beach boardwalk and ending our trip in San Francisco, a city I’ve had a crush on for years.
I spent my teenage years obsessing over the transformative road trips I’d read about in books (On the Road by Jack Kerouac, Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson) and seen in films (Magic Trip, Little Miss Sunshine, Thelma and Louise, True Romance, Y Tu Mama Tambien, The Motorcycle Diaries, Badlands, Into the Wild). I can’t believe that after all those logged hours of wanderlust, I’m finally going on my own road trip.
This three week-long trip is going to be the grand finale of my great American adventure, and I think it’s safe to say, I have never been more excited for anything in my entire life.
I’ll be sharing my adventures with you on my return. In the meantime, I invite you to join me in spirit by pressing play below.