I have a date with New York City. It's going to develop into a relationship, which will most likely lead to love. I can feel it.
Every day hits me more and more. I'm going to be living in New York. AH, seeing it on screen freaks me out. In a good way, too. Definitely a mix of good thrown into it. I was stressed out about it this morning, and probably will continue to stress until I'm actually there. Despite the fact I haven't left yet, I find myself already starting to miss the simple pleasures of life here. Driving in my car, my favorite radio station, In-n-Out Burger...but I digress.
Talking about it to people definitely served as a coping mechanism. Reassurance is my best friend, at this point.
In one month, I quit my job and move to New York.
(insert inaudible scream here)
