I wanted to write you a really sappy, heartfelt, poignant goodbye letter, so I’ve been thinking and plotting and taking notes about what to say for a month. But every time I sit down to write, I get overwhelmed by all the memories we’ve made over the past few years. For once I think I'm at a loss for words. How do I condense the ups and downs of 1,000+ days into a punchy blog post?
Remember when you called me in Atlanta when I was packing to move to the city, and I was panicking over if I was doing the right thing? It’s just about the only conversation I remember from that season of my life (because of the concussion) but you were the exact person I needed to hear from at that exact moment. At that point, we were just acquaintances, yet your encouragement helped me make the biggest and best leap of my life.
Your friendship has been one of the only consistent aspects of my NYC experience. Even knowing you’d eventually go back to Atlanta, I took for granted that you’d always be up for a movie, a calorie-laden trip to Boston Market or a long chat on a bench in Central Park. I can’t imagine what the past three years would have been like without you around and I don’t know how to imagine the future once you hop on that mid-day plane to Georgia. You can have roots and wings, right?
It seems fitting that we’re sharing a cab to LGA tomorrow morning, but it's going to be bittersweet to see you go. I truly am thrilled for the opportunities ahead of you, so try to remember that when I'm hyperventalating or blocking the entrance to your gate to prevent you from boarding. I’m going to pretend you still live here for a while and try to take solace in the fact that Atlanta is not far away, we’re both up for spontaneous weekend trips, and Twitter, Facebook, texting, Skype, email, Gchat and even the telephone will make it super easy to stay in touch.
Anyhow, instead of writing a blog about our friendship in its early stages, our ill-fated visits to Hoboken, Thoth, other weird people, Ryan Gosling, the musicals we’ve seen and the free cruises we’ve taken, I decided to make this video tribute to you and your time in the city.
I’m so proud of you. And I’ll be seeing you and your free chicken sandwiches in Atlanta very soon.
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