New York - Manhattan.

Central Park   Central ParkStop #2: From Neon to Nature – Landing in New York City

The Las Vegas lights were still flickering in my mind as I touched down at LaGuardia Airport in the early morning. Tired but buzzing with anticipation, I stepped out into the New York air—a mix of possibility, city energy, and something deeply grounding.

A yellow taxi whisked me across bridges and through boroughs until the towering buildings of Manhattan surrounded me. My home for the next four nights: the Central Park Hostel. Charming in its own way—but I wasn’t quite prepared for the many steps leading up to the entrance (a reminder that this journey will ask a little more of me, body and soul).

Inside, I discovered that my “single room” was actually a shared dorm with two bunk beds. My spot? Top bunk. For four nights. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was mine—and for now, it was enough. The shower room was right next door to the room, and the water was, thankfully, steaming hot. After a relaxing shower, I climbed up to the top bunk and took a nap before exploring Manhattan.

 I chatted with the friendly receptionist, Michael, who offered a few local tips. With a handwritten map and a determined heart, I set off—first toward Riverside Park. There, the city softened. The Hudson flowed quietly. Runners passed. Trees whispered. It was the breath I didn’t know I needed.

From there, I wandered through nearby streets and found something unexpected: community gardens tucked between apartment buildings. Green spaces lovingly tended by neighbours, blooming with flowers, laughter, and resilience. A reminder that no matter how fast a city moves, there are always pockets of stillness and beauty.

And then… Central Park.

Walking into that iconic green heart of Manhattan was like stepping into another world. Children laughed. Dogs chased sticks. Artists painted. I stood still for a moment, just watching. This—this was the beginning of what I came for. Proof that even in the busiest cities, joy still blooms. Kindness still breathes. Gratitude still grows.

It was a long day. A layered day. But as I climbed back up to my top bunk that night, I smiled. The journey continues—and so does the book.

With love and gratitude,
Julia Hapkinful
Living Happy. Being Kind. Staying Grateful.