Grow up, be mature, but still maintain those beautiful qualities. What I feel is important is the freedom to invent things, however ridiculous. Don't be afraid to take risks, to be creative, and try things.
A drawing of my Great-Great Aunty & Uncle, both recently deceased. I managed to give her this as a present just before she died. #art #drawing #love #couple #people #wedding #family (Taken with Instagram)
“Owww!” my Dad said, as I knuckledusted his head. ”I thought you were meant to be a Grrr?!” ”I am. Grr!” ”Well that didn’t sound very Grr-ish?” ”That’s because I’m only a Grr during certain times.” ”And the other times…?” ”Well, between 6pm and 8am, I’m a puff.“
Endured my Mum’s hissy fit when she swiped her Subway Metro Card three times because she somehow expected the turnstiles to open up for her, like they do in London. Except that in London, they are doors… not turnstiles.
Took the Staten Island ferry to show her the Statue of Liberty, which in my opinion isn’t that impressive and reminds me of when I visited Mount Rushmore and was completely underwhelmed. I suppose it’s quite big when you’re standing underneath it but when you sail past it, it looks like one of those souvenir figures you see in the I LOVE NY tourist shops in Times Square.
Visited the Smithsonian Museum of the Native American’s exhibition. Went through an overly-extensive security check because I’m obviously some sort of hidden terrorist. I have come to a fully-fledged decision to somehow own a pair of Moccasins because they are so pretty.
Ate pancakes and maple syrup at a cafe. The maple syrup was delish but the pancakes were unfortunately, too stodgy.
Walked around Ground Zero - possibly my favourite part of the day, which is evidently morbid, but for someone who’s eyes have been glued to every single 9/11 documentary since 2001, it’s pretty interesting. It’s the third time I’ve visited this summer, with various different people and this time my Mum wanted to go there, so we did. We visited the 9/11 Memorial Preview Site, from which I bought a United By Hope rubber wrist band, and then we paid $10 to visit the Tribute Center which bought tears to my eyes as I read quotes such as, “I knew that Terry would have been on one of the highest floors, that’s just what Rescue 1 would do. When the building came down, I grabbed the dust on the ground and thought, he’s in this dust,” and saw numerous amounts of victim pictures on the walls. I left my experience of 9/11 in the glass box and we went on our way.
Ate spaghetti with meatballs and salad in Times Square, after an unsuccessful visit to Olive Garden with a queue of +35 minutes. Not a great amount of time when you’ve got an all-important cinema date with your Mum. For the record, I really enjoyed mine, but she didn’t.
Took Mum to finally see Harry Potter: DH Part 2 at the AMC cinema on 42nd street. I obviously ate too many sour skittles and butter popcorn because I now feel like a bloated owl, but we both really enjoyed the movie (me for the second time) and I respectfully cried at all the right moments… (again). I’ve just said goodbye to my childhood all over again.
For the record I haven’t seen my mother in 10 weeks and she flew out to see me yesterday, so it’s been a great day for me. Tomorrow it’s forecast to thunderstorm, so we’re going to visit both the Harry Potter and Pompey exhibitions by Times Square and then we have tickets booked to go and see Wicked on Broadway tomorrow night. I could pee my pants with excitement, except that that would be disgusting, so I’m not going to. If you’ve read this far, thanks so much and have a wonderful day! Stay tuned in to my Tumblr for pictures.
