I've always been captivated by this Rumi quote:
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you; Don't go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want; Don't go back to sleep.
This morning, the breeze at dawn had secrets to tell me. I was trying to go back to sleep. My brain had gone into sudden overdrive, though, and I tossed and turned for hours.
It's really turning out to be a week of LASTS. Yesterday was my last official day of work before the move. A few of my colleagues took me out and I proceeded to have enough celebratory drinks to become intoxicated enough to tell this story, not to mention disclose to everyone that I write this little website. (A confession that surprised even me, seeing as this has been my undercover, covert brainchild for the past year and eight months!)
But out my darling secret spilled, and once something like that comes a'tumbling it can never untumble.
After I bid my friends goodnight I met up with Hubby and his work pals. There, some of them were tipsy enough to reveal to me that my husband's coworkers have bestowed upon him the title of "Grumpy Bear." I must say, I'm not entirely sure what to make of these disturbing tidings.
This afternoon I experienced yet another last. My final haircut with Lacey, my fiery, beloved hairdresser for the past eight years. We exchanged emails. Over the past week, I've said goodbye after goodbye; each one feeling distinct and yet surprisingly anticlimactic.
Will leaving New York also be so anticlimactic? What am I going to miss the most? The drunken, impromptu dance parties at Vanessa's apartment? The penne ala vodka from Angelo's Pizzeria? Going home over the Queensboro bridge upper roadway in a yellow cab and turning back to see the city skyline glittering behind me? The homeless man who stands by the steps to the N Train and sings, "They say it never rains in Southern California?"
Less than 5 days left to soak it all in. Oh, and to finish packing.
xoxo
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