I wrote all day long at work. All.day.long. I feel like I've spent all my words for today, but NaBloPoMo continues and so must I.
Two very dear friends from Gallery Church are leaving NYC for good within the next few weeks, and I'm headed to the first in a series of going away fiestas tonight. Maria is moving back home to Tennessee for a bit before pursuing missions in Australia (I'm totally going to visit and eat TimTams) and Jamie is moving back home to Atlanta for an absolutely perfect job (I'm totally going to visit and eat free chicken biscuits.) I'm so proud of both of these gals, and intensely grateful for the time I've had with them.
But I have a secret about all this moving away business... I don't like it! I'm in major denial about the part where they don't actually live here anymore. I haven't let myself think of NYC without the ones who've made my experience what it's been. I think these going away parties are going to make it too real, and frankly that doesn't seem like a very fun party to me.
Oh well. At least I'll be away from my computer for a few hours. Pictures to come... if I'm not crying in a corner somewhere. Womp.