Moving Day, or the Apocolypse

Wasn't it written somewhere that when you start to experience deja voux, or your path crosses itself, it means the world is about to end or something? My last 24 hours in the city I feel like I have been unconsciously tracing my steps. First last night with Sala, and this morning, I had to go up to my aunt's to give her the aerobed. We had a nice time chatting, and I was actually very sad to say gooodbye. Then it hit me - she is the whole reason I came to New York - she offered me an opportunity and a place to stay and basically found my first apartment for me. So as I left and was walking toward the subway on 86th street, it was very surreal, passing the same stores that had been there since I had lived there, the gym, Orva, Gray's Papaya. That street was where it all started. Like Pond Street in Sharon, I knew 86th street like the back of my hand, or better (I was looking at the back of my hands last night and was shocked to discover that they were somewhat old-ladyish). And so it was a bittersweet last look this morning.

I am home now, and waiting for the cable people to come and pick up the box and my modem, which will put an end to my internet access for a bit. I found that there is a Kinko's less than a mile from my apartment, so I will make a point to hit that this weekend.

Once the cable people come I will shower, finish packing, and be done! At least for today. Tomorrow is a whole other story...