New York – Day 1: A Dream Beginning

New York – Day 1: A Dream Beginning

It was an early morning for me. I had no complaints about that as I was wrapped up in excitement and disbelief at my core. It was finally happening; the thing I had dreamt about way before puberty began. Travel mornings are all the same…

Candid Diary #3: On The Plane To New York

Candid Diary #3: On The Plane To New York

Row 30. ‘G’ to be exact. A blanket over my shoulder and the seatbelt fastened; not too tight, but tight enough to get the slight nod of approval from the air hostess. My 10-year-old self would be so proud of how far she’s going; jumping…