Tag Archives: New York

It wasn’t long ago that the noticeboard in my local scribble spot in Ubud promised ‘let your life be a sacred altar’ sessions, free hugs and a colonic; maybe even all three at the same time. Today however in New York, I’m looking at this: It’s not very Bali, well… apart from the hues of pink of blue, which are kind of spiritual looking I suppose, if you’re used to standing on clouded mountains at sunset. Which I’m not. I …

My friend Dacey and I have been making New York holiday plans via email from our various corners of the globe and we thought, daaaaaaamn, we’re like “grown ups” now. Maybe we won’t have to stay on a mattress on someone’s floor. Maybe we won’t have to take the place on Airbnb with a shower in the middle of the kitchen. This could be different. Maybe… we thought, because we’re adults, we’ll actually treat ourselves and toast our new career-women …