It's a city where some of my biggest life moments have played out. It my first long-haul trip along in 2005. I felt small, overwhelmed and totally valuable but I allowed New York to wash over me and spit me out. It's the time of place you can't resist. I loved the freedom and the unlimited possibility.
Fast forward to 2013 and I was back, this time with my partner in crime and soon to be husband. I didn't know it but it was the setting for my engagement. He propose at the The Boathouse Central Park on a barmy April evening, there was cheers, champagne and a midnight walk around Central Park.
Then I had the four year New York itch. It was 2017 and I was working on the Donald Trump inauguration over in Washington. It was a now or never kind of situation and we both knew Ricky had to fly out to the States and join me in our city again.
You know there's always a risk with a place so pivotal to the past that it doesn't live up to your expectations a third time round. But it did. It was an important trip for us aside from visiting old places. A month after this picture was taken my Mum passed away, then I fell pregnant - so looking back at this picture now, it's clear that life pulls you on all sorts of paths, throws you earth shattering predicaments and then enlisting joy and it all keeps happening either in New York or after I've visited.