Ack!

Some time ago, a friend freaked me out by asking how many more weekends I had left in New York. At the time, it still felt far, far away and I resolutely dismissed the idea. Now, though, every passing day is a reminder of the countdown and it's awfully scary. From now until Hong Kong, it's only 5 weekends in New York (and maybe less 1 for a trip to Philly), 1 in Chicago, 1 in Toronto and 2 in Vancouver. Aaaaah.

So much to do, so many people to see, so many items still on my "New York to-do list." I feel like I should be like Cat and plan my days meticulously and jam-packed with adventures. As I sit in "our" new apartment though, listening to the ringing of church bells and looking at our air mattress sleeping corner, I can't help but think everything is good and somehow appropriate. As Cat pointed out, my adventures in New York have almost come full circle -- one last summer hurrah, squatting in an apartment that's not my own, visits from old friends and visits to old places. One more time.

For now, back to work. Anyone who's up for fun and joining in on my to-do list activities, give me a shout.