What I am Taking
I am about all packed and ready to go. Packing sucks, but then again so does moving.
Four years I have been in this building. Wow. Crazy to think I have been in New York for four years. Cleaning/packing up after that much time I found a whole lot of old things that were buried under the layers of life. I found notes, cards, books, clothes, receipts…..things that reminded me of the people who have been in my life in my time here. Some I wish I could take with me and others I’m willing to leave right where they are.
I never had many guests. I’m not really sure why. I just didn’t. I suppose I’m not the best host. I never cleaned a whole lot, but the place was always presentable (ish). I spent New Year’s here once. I watched too much TV. I published a book while here. I left for a month to go to Europe. I trained for a marathon. I worked a corporate job from here and woke up at 4:30 am to get to Chicago. I bought my first “real picture” to hang on the wall. It is Lower Manhattan and I love it – others did not. I bought a writing desk so that I could cover it in papers that didn’t matter. Very little writing ever got done. I had places for everything. Bagels, coffee, cheap food, cheap beer, date spots, after work spots, places I ran.
I will miss it here. There are things I won’t miss, but why think on the negatives. I’m excited to leave, I’m excited for a new adventure, I’m ready for the next chapter to begin.
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