Leaving New York Never Easy

Yeah, it's a song. I first heard it about 3 years ago, at which point I couldn't imagine it would be very hard to cut and run. Strangely, I imagined it after my first year of teaching, which was actually the easiest. Nevertheless, I'm sad to say good-bye to this place. I feel done, like I've done what there is to do here. That's weird because, owing to my guilt complex, I never feel like I've done enough. I am completely at peace with ditching this gig and going to work for the man. How's that for complete 180?

My heart has been an empty room for awhile, I think because I didn't really have time to think about being gone. Now, a summer later and with reality in my face, it really does make me sad to leave. I have met wonderful people, and I think that's what I'll miss the most, but I do feel waves of nostalgia (I'm waxing poetic) when I see a movie that is set in NYC (there is an awesome number of NYC movies in case you didn't know). I'm glad I got to be a part of it, but I'm ready to move on. (Sometimes I feel like I'm trying to convince myself about that.)