Well

I'm sitting at the gate, and in 45 minutes will officially stop being a New Yorker and begin the process that will bring me home again.

I didn't think I was sad, but this morning, I was, inevitably. Endings and beginnings are bittersweet, and leaving New York is never easy. Even Michael Stipe agrees.

After dropping off my bags, I took the escalator to my gate, Sufjan Stevens over the speakers and a brief burst of tears. I'll feel better once I'm on the plane, I think, but right now I just feel empty.

Thanks for dinner last night, girls. It was a lovely way to end my stay.