Hello, hello... I don't know why you say...

In a few short hours, I'm on my way and while I probably should be sleeping, I can't bring myself to do it. The time in the past couple of months has flown by way too quickly and here I find myself about to embark on a new adventure. It's exciting but I won't deny I'll welcome the time at home to think about all that's gone on in the past year, months, weeks. I look forward to the quiet drives around my childhood city, soaking in the beauty of the familiar view, revelling once again at the stars, the water, the mountains. And as I sit there, I will remember all that has happened during my time here in the Big Apple. I must admit, I'm a sucker for nostalgia and sure, sometimes I romanticize things (particularly those that are no longer within my grasp) but hey, I like my bubbles.

Thanks to everyone who has in some way not allowed me to retreat into hiding to avoid saying goodbye. I still refuse to say it, but I'm grateful for the opportunities to see each of you or talk to you again... until the next time. A bientot, and for all those I've promised to have actual (as opposed to rushing-off) conversations with before I go for real, I'll talk to you soon.