I just packed my clothes, made it to my desk, all determined to pack up my books and what not, but instead ended up here, just sitting in my chair, starring out of the window. We haven’t shut the blinds in our room since our second day here. It was strange at first to wake up in the middle of the night and realize I’m in the middle of the city. Now its strange to think about what it’d be like to not wake up in the middle of the city.
No skyscrapers, no cute dogs, no speed walking, no waiting on the street for the lights to change, no more aimless walks in search of dinner, no more subways. I picked up my last Onion today. I attended my last happy hour at work today.
I can’t believe the summer I’ve had. All of it has been surreally good. Everyday a perfect day. Every moment a sweet memory. I don’t want it to end. But what can one do, real life wants me to check out of this dream and check back into reality.
I walked home from work for the last time today. I was close to tears about 3 times during the 20 minutes.
I have one more day of work. We have a poster presentation session tomorrow, then dinner someplace nice. Saturday I’m spending as much time as I can at Central Park, then flying back to Atlanta.
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