I don't know if it is because I'm sick or if its an indicator of something else, but I didn't feel as good as I thought I would when I sent in my application for a new job. Even though I'm ready for a new job and know that New York isn't the place I want to "settle down" I think leaving will be bittersweet. All day I've been thinking about what I will remember about my years in New York and here's what I've come up with.
What I'll Remember:
Walking 7 miles to work on the coldest day in December during the NYC transit strike.
Living for 6 days with no power during the Queens blackout.
Sitting on the patio of an Upper East Side bar drinking wine and chatting with friends.
Walking the 6 mile perimeter of Central Park with my friend Hallie before she moved away.
Completing the JP Morgan Corporate Challenge, stupidly hydrating post-race with vodka (not water) and feeling SO hungover the next FOUR days.
The men: Mr. Fun, Train Boy, Eharmony Boy and all the crushes.
Hopefully I can add to this list in whatever time I have left here, be it weeks, months or years.