Come ride with me for 72 hours in NYC—Passenger Princess edition. I’m up at 5 a.m., fresh out the shower, doing my skincare and popping on my Amazon cluster lashes because if I’m filming content, I need to look alive. This was my first time driving from Toronto to New York (I usually fly), and I’m not gonna lie… a 10–12 hour drive is a lot, so I came prepared: tea, naps, and skincare in the moving car like the chaotic beauty girl I am. On the road, I put on a collagen bio mask and literally woke up with my skin glowing (pimple still there, but the skin was giving). Then I attempted a full soft glam beat in the car—eyebrows on a bumpy road is actually insane—but I did it, and I was proud of myself. Once we checked into our tiny-cute Brooklyn stay, I planned outfits, charged every battery (because mine die so fast), and did a simple nighttime routine with Youth To The People and a L’Oréal niacinamide serum. The next day was Brooklyn content mode, scent layering (Libre + Black Opium), a very humbling “my cards won’t tap” matcha moment, and finally a sunny last-morning bagel run with fresh watermelon juice. Takeaway? NYC makes me feel invincible, but driving around the city is not the vibe if you actually want to explore—walking wins.