Saying Goodbye

I hate saying goodbye. Doesn’t matter if it’s a person, a place, a time period, a job, whatever, it bothers me to have something end and lose it. So even though I am committed to leaving NYC at the end of the month it bothers me to see all these boxes everywhere. To see a life in the process of being packed up and moved. OL has been so generous in helping me pack and moving boxes and furniture. I don’t think I could have done this without him.

But he is returning to Europe on Saturday and then it will be me on my own again. Having to say goodbye and wrap up things here by myself. So for our last week together in New York, we went to the Empire State Building. He’d never been and although we dreaded the crowds we braved it. On Tuesday at 2:40pm. No line to get in. A five minute wait to ride up to the 86th floor. And then bam we were there. OL took the pics and I pointed out all the buildings.

We made a loop around and I asked if he was ready to go. He said one of those brilliantly insightful things he’s known to say. “Are you done saying goodbye?”

And I realized that was what I was doing. Without realizing it, I was looking out at all the buildings I’d come to know over the years and say goodbye to the city. To the memories. To who I was and what this place meant to me. So we did another loop around. And I focused on saying goodbye.

Here’s some of what we saw…




My first apartment in the city (east side)

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