Good bye, New York.

I'm sitting on the plane right now, on my way to San Francisco. It's about a six hour ride. The batteries on my laptop are almost gone, so I need to write this ramble quickly.

I'm nervous about Monday. I'm nervous and anxious. On Monday I start my new job.

Then I'll have about two weeks to look for an apartment. Until then, I'll be in a hotel with a few of my belongings while the rest sit in storage, waiting for my new home.

I'm thinking about last Friday night too. A bunch of friends and I met up at good ole' St. Marks Ale House.

This bar is "our" bar; it's where we always go when we want to be someplace familiar, homey, and down-to-earth. It's chock full of memories—I now add last Friday night to my St. Marks file.

I wish I could capture the feeling I had as I sat there, amongst my friends. It's such a warm and comfortable feeling. It's the feeling of true friendship, of close family, of warm fuzzy thoughts.

I'm frightened about losing these friendships and never getting this warm fuzzy feeling again.

No longer will I be able to hop on a train and join Eric, Stephen, Ben, Andy, Stacy, Dave, and Dan for drinks at St. Marks.

No longer will I be able to walk down Wall Street and meet Vanessa for dinner.

I won't be able to sip wine at Chez Es Saada with Jen, Grace, John, and the others anymore.

Not to mention dinners with Norika or Annie and Jessie.

And I must not forget about Zamz with Jayne, James, Jason, Marc, Terry, and the others.

Or coffee at Cosi with Kristina.

Then there was TGIF with Corey and Sam.

And karaoke with Jane.

There are so many more, and my batteries are running out.

New York has been my home for so long, it's become more than just a home to me. It's a haven; It's a friend. And It's full of warm fuzzy memories.

I've made so many strong friendships here that I hope I never lose them. I'll never forget them; I hope they never forget me.

Good bye, New York. I'll be back.

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Ever move to a new city?