Hey so I went to New York! That was pretty cool. But now I’m home. I’m sad now :(
New York is definitely the kind of place where I could live - why do I live in Surrey where it’s boring when I could live in New York where there is
harriet_vane and a Jesse Eisenberg and, sometimes, an Andrew Garfield and an Emma Stone. This seems like hideously bad planning on my part.
So I got to New York at about 5pm their time which was about 10pm my time so I was kind of sleepy. And it turns out that getting your fingers scanned at border control requires more talent than I would previously have suspected - apparently that I’m really bad at it and the machine couldn’t find me and the guy at the desk ended up having to hold my hands down so it would work.
Note: this was after I’d been refused my boarding pass twice at Heathrow due to… IDK, being a random girl travelling alone AND getting ‘randomly selected’ for a body search at boarding.
But I did it! They (foolishly) let me in! And then I got myself to the Air Train and… had no idea where to go (