going means leaving.
I started getting sad Wednesday night.
That's when the "lasts" started. My last small group. My last Thursday morning. My last meeting with Krystyna. My last breakfast with Sachi.
Soon will be my last stroll across 5th Avenue on 118th, casting a look down to the Empire State Building to see how far i've come. Soon I will no longer be "a New Yorker" not that I ever was, but i could say i live here.
This move feels different from the last. Moving here, i was coming for a time, i knew i'd be back. I was excited to be stepping into graduate school, theatre, living in the East Village.
This time, sure there are exciting things ahead (ie, getting married), but that would happen whether i move or not. And this week, i'm feeling trepidation and overwhelmedness (everyone keeps asking if i'm packed! should i already be packed??) and suddenly wondering if now is the right time after all.
Of course, i woke up and it was snowing today, this first official day of spring, and i thought, ok, it's time i got out of here.
So i'm not just going. I'm leaving New York. Leaving Harlem. Leaving The Village Church. Yes indeedy. And this time, i doubt i'll be moving back.
posted by ceciliabrie at
5:58 PM
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One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years.... Thomas Wolfe
i think you will always carry it with you. i miss it for you already. and we in austin welcome you home.
love you, micah
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McDonald Family, at 10:12 PM
and as for the "are you packed?" question, i think that's just everyone's standby for people who are going somewhere. just like when we're new in town, it's "are you all settled in?" for the first 12 months. i wanted to say, "no, not really, i need some really good local friends, STAT!" but that's never the answer they're looking for.
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Dawn, at 2:32 PM
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