After two days of intense moving, the saddest (cat) goodbyes, and one short flight, Ryan and I finally made it to the big city. It’s pretty exhilarating. Although, we’ve sort of spent the last two days recovering from moving. But, now that that’s over, I think we’re ready to start going out and getting into trouble, just in time for the weekend.
Being in NYC is pretty surreal for both of us. It feels more like a vacation. I still feel like I can go back to my Tallahassee home whenever I want. I wonder when that feeling will go away. I won’t have my own apartment here until March. In fact, in a couple of days, I’ll spend a month sharing a room with a pool table.
I am traditionally an uptight person. But since deciding to move, I’ve pretty much given up on the idea that I’ll have much control over the next few weeks of my life. It’s amazing how flexible I have become. I’m thankful for this exercise in letting go. However, I can feel a lingering panic waiting to kick in.
I don’t have any pictures of the city yet. My point and shoot doesn’t do it justice and I’m nervous to take my Rebel out. Although, I’m only really nervous of looking like a tourist.