I moved to New York in the summer of 2006. In the fall of that year I wrote this:
If you aren’t careful, New York will eat you alive. It will open its gaping jaws and swallow you whole into the steaming subway tunnels below. Lately I’ve just been hoping one day it will spit me out.
The time has come (the walrus said). Tomorrow is my last day of work at the only job I’ve had since college. In fact, I’ve been here almost as long as my college career, 3 years this past month. This week is truly bittersweet.
I have a case of the lasts. The last cupcake, the last Wednesday, the last time I eat here or there or see this view. Worst of all are the last goodbyes. Everyone says they’ll keep in touch and visit etc etc. But realistically, I’ve done this before, and like it or not there are people I won’t ever see again. The only thing I can hope is that I made the most of my time here.
For better or worse, I am getting out of dodge in four days.
June 25, 2009 at 10:08 pm |
I wish you the BEST of luck! It’s tough to say goodbye, to leave the familiarity of something that you’ve known that long, something that you’re good at doing, but I bet you will be AWESOME at whatever you’re onto next
June 26, 2009 at 4:08 am |
Awwww, that sounds so sad. Really bittersweet. I hate saying goodbyes
. Hope you will make the best of it and good luck with everything 
. Where will you be heading then?