it’s tough to find good people, and here i am at my job surrounded by them. isn’t it funny how easy it is in theory to do so many things, but then all kinds of feelings always get in the way. i have been waiting for the moment when i moved to NY for years upon years, but now that my time here is slowly slipping through my fingertips (22 days to be exact) i am growing nostalgic. these people here– the guy sitting across from me who always gives me goldfish, the guy sitting next to me who thinks my endless rhetorical questions are annoying (but secretly love-hates them) and then of course my cat-loving friend in the office over & my project manager who is just one of the nicest people– when you put faces and personalities and goodbyes into the mixture it becomes more complicated.
but i am truly determined to soak it all in, and to be present. to know that very soon everything will change, and that is okay. ♥ have any of you ever moved somewhere far before? how was your experience?
shorts: French Connection