So only three days to go. The packers come in two days. I'm taking inventory of everything we're shipping and it's A LOT of stuff. Our house is upside down with boxes everywhere and things strewn about begging to be put somewhere. Both Fen and I are neat nicks so this is driving us batty.
I'm already checking out of New York. On Sunday night - Superbowl night - I went out to dinner with several of my closest girlfriends. We went to Union Square Cafe for a farewell dinner. It was lovely. We drank sancerre and ate fantastic food and had a grand old time laughing about old times.
On the way there I decided to take the subway into Manhattan knowing it would be the last time for a long time. As I waited for the train a tall lanky fella dressed completely in black with the exception of his bright turquoise shoes (complete with matching laces) sat next to me. I like to see what people are reading so I glanced at his book. It was titled something like" How to Make Anyone Love You." He was highlighting passages and studying it with great concentration. On one page it had a place to list your best assets or 'things that worked in your favor'. He wrote: My accent. Well, I just had to hear it so I asked him for the time. He happily answered, "Half past six" in a crisp British accent. Egad!
On the way home I took a cab, knowing it would also be the last time for a long time that I'd cross the Brooklyn Bridge. While we crossed it I got nostalgic as I looked over the city skyline glowing in the night. I've spent nearly 19 years of my life in this city and I will miss it. I just hope that I can fit into another city as well as I have New York. I know I'm spoiled by New Yorks instant gratification and the fast, fast pace it thrives on. But I will adjust.
Three days to go...there's just not enough time!