I'm really leaving the city that never sleeps

Painting and packing... I'm covered in blotches of white. My hair, my hands, my legs. I knew I was leaving but it is never as real as a freshly coated white walls. My winter clothes sit in trash bags waiting to be sent to storage. Piles of books and papers wait to be sorted.

My going away party is tonight and I'm making progress but still dragging my feet. I don't know if I will ever be completely ready to leave the city behind. But sometimes you need to take a chance that something bigger and brighter lies ahead.