Saturated

I don't know what happened, but I woke up this morning feeling done, supersaturated with this place. I woke up and wanted to get into my car and drive off, NYC permanently in my rearview mirror. It's not a bad feeling though. This urge used to be driven by a need to escape, a need to run away. But not this time. Now, its more a feeling of completeness, a feeling that I have accomplished all that I needed to do. All that remains are a few goodbyes, the goodbyes that will be the hardest. If you had asked me a few months ago whether or not it would be difficult to part ways with anyone here and I would have laughed in your face and begged for the opportunity. If you know me, you know I'm not emotional or sentimental in the least. But I can feel it coming. It's going to be hard. But it has to be done.

Everyone hopes that things can stay on pause, that I will come back at some point and nothing will have change. But it will, in fact, it already has. As soon as the decision to move gelled, everything changed. It's easy to pretend that it didn't, but the fact that I am about leave set up residency somewhere in a corner of everyone's subconscious. I just hope we can all enjoy our last few days together...

I'm sorry if this seems a bit melancholy, but melancholy is how I'm feeling...