The Ultimate Laugh/Cry

Well readers, I said Bon Voyage to Columbia, South Carolina and like the Jeffersons, I am movin' on up to New York City, (Lower) East Side. A friend of a friend needed to sublet her apartment for two months so I carped that diem and took it.

I had about three weeks to tell everyone in Columbia that I was leaving for New York and everyone had slightly varying reactions but they all had about a million questions to ask. No, I don't have a job yet. Yes, I'm nervous about that. Yes, I have friends up there that could probably help me with that particular issue. No, I still don't know what I want to do with my life. Yes, reader, I am finished playing 20 questions with myself.

It was actually really fun to be the person leaving. Dinners and parties were thrown for me. Friends from different groups came together and it wasn't a George Costanza worlds are colliding thing! It was kind of like my birthday lasted for three weeks. Wait, why didn't I get birthday cake for three weeks then? Anyhow, I was so busy that I didn't really have a chance to realize how much I would miss my friends and the comfort of my predictable life until I was packing up my car with my closest friends. I started to cry and then, the ultimate laugh/cry. I turned the ignition on and this song came on the radio:

I have never laugh/cried so hard in my life. Then as I was driving towards the highway listening to the graduation theme song of a generation, I saw in my peripheral vision a woman look at me with a look of pity and confusion as she unabashedly watched me blow my nose and continue to laugh/cry hysterically. It was the most fitting way to end my time in Columbia.

So tomorrow, I begin my life in New York City. In my wildest dreams, I find my dream job, dream man and dream apartment, but I know that I will probably just join the ranks of the "Girls" generation meaning one laugh/cry moment after another. But I am optimistic about the possibilities that NYC will bring. Why else would every romantic comedy and sitcom about attractive friends trying to have it all be based in NYC?

I have about four hours to sleep before I get up and drive with my parents to NYC, so goodnight. I guess when I get there, I'll already look like every other tired New Yorker. Already fitting in! Yes!