If you haven’t heard (and I don’t know how you couldn’t, I’m hardly subtle) I am E-N-G-A-G-E-D.

I’m writing this post as I should be packing for our new flat, but we’ve been together 2 and a half years today so it felt timely.

I will be the first to throw it out there that I don’t believe marriage is the epitome of success, in fact I don’t put it on a tick sheet of success at all, if you want it grand, if you don’t fab. It’s a decision for individuals to make.

Until I met Sam, I was 100% not up for marriage, I just didn’t see the point in it. After we met it became something I considered and then eventually wanted.

Anyway, the engagement.

I went to New York city, my favourite place in the entire world with my best friend. It was such an exciting trip, she had never been so it was fun to do all the tourist-y stuff again especially with someone who had fresh eyes on the city. The first day we got there a huge snow storm hit, but it didn’t matter, we’d landed. At one point she asked me if all flights had been cancelled, I presumed she was worried about some of our friends flights who were arriving a few days later. I said probably, but shrugged it off as it was only a one day storm… but more on that in a minute.

2 days later and our friends have arrived safe *yay* and we’re planning to go and see them that evening via the Brooklyn Bridge – my fave place in all of New York City

Despite the fact I’ve been there twice before with my boyfriend somehow I skipped a stop, we went too far, went back on ourselves and basically just spent ages getting there. I then diverted us to the woolworth building as it’s in the Fantastic Beasts films, eventually we make it on to the bridge just as the sun starts setting. I text my boyfriend goodnight worried he wont get it because his phone has been playing up, I end the message with a ‘miss you’ and put my phone on airplane mode.

Given my multiple trips over previously I knew all the best places to stop and take a photo, on the 2nd stop I was taking a photo of my friend when I get a tap on the shoulder. The next few mins are a bit of a blur but also some of the best in my entire life. My boyfriend had flown in to propose, he looked so handsome and had a haircut, a shave and was wearing a suit. He said the absolutely amazing things, whilst I ugly cried and he got down on one knee. I didn’t even notice the ring at first, I was too busy looking at Sam, I looked at it afterwards and it was literally my fairytale ring. (I’d always said please, no diamonds) and instead I had a moonstone opal and it’s so perfect and so me. (p.s his phone hadn’t been playing up! It was a ploy set out weeks ahead of time so I didn’t question him not being around whilst he flew out)

He proposed in the absolute loveliest way that was perfect, I wouldn’t have changed anything despite the complete shock. I am usually the planner in our relationship so I was surprised to see how much he’d pulled  it off…. and the surprises didn’t stop there.

He’s been in contact with our friends that are in Brooklyn and we’re on the way to meet, he’s picked a bar that works for us and I get to spend the evening celebrating with some of the best people in the world.

After that, I find out we’re moving out of our lovely, but small, hotel to a super swanky one, (The Beekman) he’s paid for my friend to have her own room and we have a suite with champagne on arrival. He’s also changed our flights to give us an extra day in NYC! arrrgh…..  SO exciting. The next day me and my friend took our pre-booked trip to the Top of the Rock which was perfect after that we move onto the next surprise – an escape room, my FAVE activity in the world. We boss it as per usual and the surprises still don’t stop. He’s booked us to see LION KING ON BROADWAY – which was an actual dream come true for me and then to top it off he’s booked all three of us in premium flights on our return flight to London, which I didn’t find out until we got to the airport. Which has utterly ruined economy for me, we had lounge access, free food and drink none stop, seats that were like beds! It was utter bliss.


I’m not being biased when I say I think this is one of the sweetest, grandest, most personal proposals I’ve ever heard of. Sam could’ve proposed to me in our front lounge and I’d have said yes but this huge grand gesture means the world to me.

And little did I know until afterwards the trouble he went to to get here, remember that aforementioned storm and flights? Yeah….he was meant to be flying then but his flight got cancelled and no where would let him book online.. So he ran to Heathrow where it looked like his plans had been scuppered, absolutely nothing was flying to to New York. A woman at British Airways took pity on him and put him on a very expensive seat (which should’ve been even more so but she used her staff discount) to BALTIMORE! Meaning the night he was meant to have in comfort in New York didn’t happen. He spent the evening in a little hotel only to have to rush onto a 4hour amtrak the next day down to NYC giving him only 2 hours to get checked in and meet us on the bridge!

I am absolutely over the moon looking forward to this next chapter of our lives.