Once a New Yorker.

On Friday night I stepped off the plane from warm and sunny Australia to a chilly evening in New York already dark at 5pm. Ahhh... Home. 

The crazy thing is I HATE being cold and I definitely prefer sun to gloom but once you become a New Yorker it never leaves you, and you can never leave it. That was my lesson of the day. 

While loved ones in Australia are soaking up the 30C/ 86F+ weather and I could be with them; the very moment I step out in to the chilly air, shove my hands in my pockets and see everyone else doing the same I feel warmer inside than the sun has ever made me.  Smelling the pine trees- for sale on every corner- lit by the holiday lights that garnishing the forever grotty streets makes me so happy. 

I love the holiday season in New York.