XCVIII: A Decision Hangover

I woke up this morning thinking what have I done? Who in her right mind would decide to take and book a vacation within 24 hours? Especially when I'm the girl who stands in the aisle at the drugstore for 15-30 minutes trying to decide between two or three almost equally-priced items. Or the girl who polls all her coworkers on whether she should get blue or grey contact lenses. Or the girl who has never travelled alone (if you don't count solo plane rides).

This decision was made without consulting anyone, almost no consideration for outside opinion, and, let's face it, no rationality whatsoever, other than telling myself that I needed to seize the opportunity to get away, choose a destination in this continent that enthralled me, and just buy myself a plane ticket. It was an act of complete selfishness.

The cure for this hangover was a read-through of my newly-purchased NYC guidebook. I read about the different neighbourhoods--how each one has its own identity, and now I can't wait to meet them all with their promising sights, smells, and sounds. I want to hear their stories and walk in their shoes.

I realized that, whether or not my decision was correct or appropriate, I am going to be visiting one of the greatest cities in the world. A city that symbolizes new beginnings, triumph over destruction, and the glory of innovation. A city founded on risk-takers.

What better time to take a risk than now?