The Three Month Blues

I am the type of person that doesn’t get home sick. Don’t get me wrong, I miss my loved ones but I was never really the girl at school camp who started crying on day two because she missed her mummy. I crave change, movement, direction. Heading off on a road trip fills me with a sense of euphoria and packing up and moving everyday is a lifestyle I find so addictive.

When most people talk about the three month blues, they are implying they miss home. For me, I start feeling like a caged animal. As the invisible boundaries of routine close around me, I begin to crave a change in scenery. When I was living on Hayman Island I used to run down to the ferry and watch it leave. I used to justify it by telling myself I was watching the sunset but I knew I had my sites set on the ferry. I would dream about jumping in the ferry and just leaving. Once on the mainland I would hop on a bus and head north. The ferry would leave along with my escape plans and the need would dissipate, lying dormant until the next night, the next ferry, the next sunset.

The problem is, three months is not long enough to really know a place. It is not long enough to infiltrate a community, forge relationships or get to know the lady you buy honey from at the markets. Perhaps in a smaller more intimate setting, 3 mths might be long enough to leave a lasting impression but in NY, a city full of infinite possibilities, I feel I have barely scratched the surface. There are so many more adventures to be had, places to see, people to meet.

So when the three month blues set in, I took some time to reflect on all the wonderful life experiences NY has offered me so far and how many I still had ahead of me. NY has so many more secrets to share with me and I plan to stick around till we are good friends.

These are some of my favourite NY moments in the last three months.