Breaking up with NYC
I finally finished boxing up 85% of my stuff and taking it to the post office today. Every time I feel like I've gotten all the packing done and everything is finished, something else comes up and it's like a whole other box is created. Have I mentioned I'm checking 3 huge suitcases with me on the plane over? Yeah. TONS of stuff. Now that my room is empty it's starting to make me sad. I'm happy about moving. Maybe happy isn't the word. I'm excited to be away from home, excited to start my new job, excited to be with Jason, excited to get some space from all the things that have been going wrong lately, and the people who make life both easier and harder. But it really hit me today that I only have 7 more days here, and I'm not sure that I'm ready to break up with NYC. I went to have dinner with Marilyn a few nights ago, and walking east on 42nd Street on my way to pick up Rosie, I thought to myself that this would probably be the last time I walked through Times Square at night. It was sad and empowering to think about moving on. I feel like I'm about to walk off the edge of a cliff. I'm ready to start a new chapter in my life, but the problem is it feels like a whole new book. Such a big change. Thankfully, with a few big events going on at work, I won't have the luxury of sitting around and feeling homesick. NYC, it is going to be so, so hard to leave you. But I think it will be good for both of us.