This time tomorrow, I’ll be hanging around the international departures terminal at Melbourne airport. Maybe by the time you read this, we’ll be up in the sky somewhere on the fourteen hour flight between home and LA, or even on the second leg of the journey towards New York City for the Saveur awards. Then it’ll be an airbnb in Williamsburg, Brooklyn – a whole week of exploring the city that I’ve only dreamt about for half my life. Eating momofuku cereal milk soft serve, Dominique Ansel cronuts, takeaway bagels, Union Fare croissants, Four & Twenty Blackbirds, Smorgasburg… My list is currently insanely ambitious for one girl walking the city.
That pre-holiday frenzy is all go today. It’s been building for the past few weeks, really. The smile that keeps breaking loose, the intoxicating bubbles of excitement mixed with anticipation growing the closer it gets. Like feeling caffeinated before I’ve even contemplated my morning flat white. It’s a whirlwind of activity getting work finished in time alongside long moments of distraction, browsing for places to go, things to see while there. A lengthening list of what to pack and what to do before I head to the airport, though I’ve only just pulled out my suitcase.