It’s 6:30 am. I went to bed at 1:30, woke up at 5, gave up trying to go back to sleep at 6:15, and then got up to make coffee. I suppose it’s fine that I’m awake so early – today is my Craigslist moving sale, and I’ve got a lot to do before strangers enter my apartment, give me money (I hope) and take away my things.
But really, I wish I had gotten more than 3 1/2 hours of sleep. Yesterday was my going away party (New York version) (thanks again for hosting, Drea and M2!) and I’m emotionally drained. It was kinda like going to your own funeral, if you and your friends believed in an afterlife – everyone’s sad that you’re going and will miss you, but then again happy because you’re going to a good place, maybe a better place. Plus, you’ll all meet again someday and frolic in a field of wildflowers or something.
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I don’t know if I’m on board with the wildflowers idea, but it was a fun (and sad) party.