Good-bye, New York

Sitting in my Jersey City hotel room, waiting for my Dad to arrive from JFK. Tomorrow we rent the Penske truck and load it up with my things from the Hoboken storage unit, and then head in the direction of Texas.



I have been in New York since Monday for an interview. I stayed in a hotel for the first two nights, and then with Jen the last two. I really enjoyed seeing all of my wonderful friends, shopping, and generally enjoying NYC without an agenda (except seeing all of my friends, of course...). It occurred to me that it has been a really long time since I have just wandered around the city. That's what happens when you live in the city--you don't have time to really take in the amazing place in which you live.

But still it was good to actually say the words "I am moving to Houston" and have my sweet friends encourage me and congratulate me and assure me that they will come to visit. I don't want to stay in NYC, but change is scary, regardless of what it is. I know that sounds obvious, but it's hard when you're actually making the big change to realize that it's the change itself that is scaring you the most, not the transition to a conservative town, not the transition to a non-walking city, not the transition out of the fabled New York City.

So, change: here I come.