Leaving... on a Jet Plane. Don't Know When I'll be Back Again...

Well its all packed up. 8 weeks of my life crammed back into a suitcase. I was actually quite surprised at how quickly I was able to repack...I guess that's kinda like my life right now though - finishing up one thing and moving right onto the next faster than you can turn your head. I swear I am shocked I haven't gotten whiplash from all of these transitions lately! And the scariest (yet most exciting) transitions are yet to come...

I was talking to Mom last night when she asked me "Well, is there anything else in New York that you haven't gotten the chance to see?" And while there are a pretty significant number of things that I could have run around to see one last time, I never let myself do that...by "saving" a few things, it subconsciously reminds me that this won't be my last time here. I know that I will be returning back to this wonderful city soon enough, and I want there to be something special waiting for me to do once we are reunited. I have fallen in love with this city, and just like any good relationship, I am anxiously awaiting the next time we can be together so I can get to know it even better.

In the meantime, I will miss my "new boyfriend" so much...I will miss this city's people. The crazies and the friends I've made and the strangers I never met. I'll miss the walk home from work each day when I had the chance to unwind and watch the city gear up for another night out. I'll miss dodging big yellow taxis and real-life frogger. And most of all..PINKBERRY! Haha it will definitely be a huge adjustment moving home to a whole new way of life! 

And then there's the other half of me...I cannot tell you how excited I am to see the South again. Ohhh Southern gentlemen and country radio. I have missed you more than you know! It has been much too long, and I hope to never be gone this long again. Tonight, Mom and Dad are picking me up from the airport and we are driving directly to...SUPERIOR GRILL! Shocking, I know...I can taste the margaritas now! It will be so great to see my family and friends again that it almost eases my sadness over having to leave...almost.

So there you go...8 weeks come and gone. Time to put my life into one of those big yellow taxis and move forward onto the next big adventure. And if this experience has taught me anything, it has given me the confidence and assurance to know that when the next big one comes around, I will be able to take whatever comes with a smile on my face and a peace in my heart. Thank you Jesus for this opportunity.

Goodbye, Big Apple. See you again soon...And Hello Sweet Home Alabama. Its been much too long...