First Lasts

In a few short weeks my adventures as a New Yorker will be coming to a halt and life will change.  In related news, in July I am moving to Pennsylvania.  Some things will stay the same, like living with my roomie (she is, coincidentally, also moving to PA), doing speech therapy, and being me.  But I think pretty much everything else will change.  No more time sucking train ride, no more mice in my couch (fingers crossed), no more bumping, cursing strangers, and unionized approaches to education.  Also.  No more New York. Sob.

It’s just one of those bittersweet things that I don’t really WANT to do but know I need to do because I can’t do this for the rest of my life.  And when God works out employment and housing with only one trip to your new home, you trust Him and try to walk through the doors He’s opened.

That said, I have officially begun the season of my life known as ‘goodbye’ and started doing some things for the last time.

So here we are, babysitting these kids for one of the last times and having a tea-party.

Soaking up my last adventure days in the city that has my heart.

My face when I am impressed by gelato roses.

I’ve officially had my last visitors.  Mom and sisters are great people to help you say goodbye to a place. (And check off some things remaining on your bucket list, like Coney Island.)

  

Manhattan Bridge views and visiting DUMBO

 

One last selfie at our reoccurring selfie spot.

And one last visit to my alma mater.  Doing the student life here already seems so far away, but still so dear.

So it is the beginning of the end of my city life (for now).  Which leads me to the drawn out process of goodbyes and farewells and I WILL visit promises.  It is so hard for me to imagine being anyone but who I am right now, but I know leaving here will change me, just like coming did. And change, that’s what it’s all about.

So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. 2 Corinthians 4:18

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