This was the last day of my endless and intense trip to New York and Toronto with my boyfriend. We had spent two weeks in the burning heat having bbqs on rooftops, dancing in the pouring rain in Brooklyn, falling head over heels for the best tourist attraction in NYC and going through art galleries to secret bars and I was bummed to see it come to an end. Waking up felt gloomy. Even the city lay rainy and quiet. The remains of our colourful late nights in North America had built up to one monstrous hangover. The invoice from having nonstop fun has to arrive eventually I guess. Whilst previous mornings we had shot out of bed in anticipation, we now dragged through our morning rituals in silence, dreading having to say farewell in just a few hours. Brooklyn lay damp and grey and abandoned on its Independence Day. Claire, Daniel, Nicolas and I walked its wet streets down to the AP Cafe for brunch. The one we went to on our first day of the trip and that I fell in love with, if you remember? We claimed one of the many empty tables and placed our order. Being in such a pretty environment makes it impossible to feel sulky and once the iced coffees and donuts arrived at our table the puffy eyed boys were back being chatty and giggly. There is something especially lovely with seeing young men giggle together.The food arrived shortly after and we all got in a good mood and brought up all kinds of stories from the past weeks of madness. <3 300 days of hangover <3 Outside the rain fell on us in pebble sized drops and dried up almost instantly after crashing into the pavement. The four of us stood in a row, backs against a garage, hoping for the rain to seize. When it didn’t the four of us ran through it and into the only open venue around, Roberta’s. We thought fuck it it’s our last day and America’s Independence Day after all so we might as well celebrate.In paper mugs covered in colourful characters from some sort of children’s book Nicolas handed us frozen margaritas. There is a time for everything and the Independence Day seems like the perfect one for alcoholic slushies. Under the cover of a party tent we sat with our drinks whilst the rain soaked our surroundings and kids in all American flag-clothing ran around us. Somehow the most gloomy of days transformed into something exuberant. The sun came out, sizzling the city with all its inhabitants and with it came our last American burgers, because what’s the last day in NYC without hamburgers?Unfortunately the hours for our departure disappeared too fast and suddenly it was nighttime. We stood a little drunk by the train station with our heavy suitcases hugging Nicolas and Claire goodbye. For now, and maybe quite a while until next time.
As our flight took off into darkness we flew over New York City in all its prime. I shook Daniel’s shirtsleeve and pointed to the window.
– Daniel look outside! Omg you have to see this! It’s magical.
He turned his head towards the window and let out a wow. Beneath us fireworks went off everywhere. Colourful explosions popped up on every block like a Disney movie. It didn’t cease but as the city grew smaller one could still see the sparks flying over it as we left the States and our North American holiday behind us.