I kind of expected to be more freaked out. Thought for sure I would be emotional and cry
a bunch. Nope. I am ready.
I was in New York for work this week and it felt pretty cool to know that
the next time I came back would be with a truck, and all my junk.
I took the entire week of my move off of work and planned to go to
New York, unpack, then come back to Boston to relax and spend Labor Day
Weekend. The more I thought about it,
the less I want to shlep on a train only to go right back. So I am thinking about having my first week
in New York be a week by myself. Just me
and my new city. Hopefully a couch delivery
and a cable man.
Speaking of the couch, I just ordered this beauty. The amount of thought I’ve put into this is
irrational. Like crazy town, but I think it’s a good investment. I will spare
you the WEEKS worth of analysis, but the real crazy thing was putting in my shipping
address for the first time. It felt so
weird, like it’s not really my house!
But as of Wednesday, technically it is.
You know what else made it feel real? Getting an invite to my going away
party. Such a thoughtful party at
that. Starting out with $1 oysters at
one of my favorite places, and then who knows?
I can’t wait, but at the same time that means I am closer to going.
16 Days to go. The
most bittersweet countdown ever…
