Good Byes Beginning

My room is suddenly bare. The big-girl-bed that would set me into an instant coma is now gone, as is the notorious dresser, and an entire suitcase has been packed. It's pretty depressing when you walk out of my room, too. The remains of our apartment include the couch, coffee table, and tv.

I don't leave for a week, but I've already started saying my good byes. Wednesday night I met up with my friend James. We haven't seen one another much since I moved to New York, but we were in the same program at college, a year apart. I met him in Williamsburg for a delicious burger with a brioche bun at Dumont Burger. After catching up on what is sure to change momentarily (maybe only in my case) we took a walk and ended up at bar across the street from his apartment. The rest of our evening was spent fantasizing about what kind of fame and fortune we desire. James wants to be able to explore and conquer now, and I'm just fine accomplishing that kind of success post-death.

I'd love to write more, but I'm on my way out to Brooklyn for some shopping, eating, and drinking...and possibly a few more good byes:(