For my last few days in NYC I had the pleasure of preparing for my trip with two amazing friends by my side; sharing utter joy and nervous anticipation before embarking on our journey. Our four days in the city together were spent mostly doing touristy city things while avoiding packing duties. This of course resulted in a total shit show 4 hours before our flight, that consisted of frantically moving the entire contents of bags into different bags and removing cherished cook books etc, in order to stay under the weight limit (I'm still bitter about needing to leave my copy of Home Baked by Yvette Van Boven home). Despite the fact that doing the touristy thing naturally is supposed to repulse me as a New Yorker, visiting some of my favorite spots in NYC as a last goodbye to the city I've called home for nearly 10 years seemed necessary. Taking Adam and Onnika to the Brooklyn Flea in Industry City was a must. You can't visit Brooklyn and not go to the one place that is guaranteed to have a swarm of hipsters with an inherently better fashion sense that you; loads of trinkets and knick-knacks to splurge your money on; probably a famous person or two (we saw Olivia Wilde !! and were totally low key/cool about it); and most importantly amazing food to indulge in.
Of course it was sad to leave home. Especially considering how scary real it is to consider that my home in New York, my bedroom on the third floor with the little nook and piles of books and childhood relics that never got sorted into shelves and drawers, may no longer actually be my home base. With the new apartment in Burlington and the fact that I will practically be living in Vermont almost full-time once I return to the US, it seems like the time when I called Brooklyn my home, the default place you return to after a long days work, or an over due weekend trip upstate, is slowly becoming something of my past. Brooklyn will always be home to me of course, it is where I learned how to establish my sense of direction, it is where my parents live.
At the same time that the melancholy realization of this major change in my life settles in my mind, I am completely thrilled of all of the possibility of new experiences that await me in my very near future; however naive that might be, in the moment it doesn't concern me because...
Adventure is worthwhile.