I love my little voodoo office man. He’s been my cubicle mate for a few years now. He’s one of the things I was a little sad to pack up, along with my collection of Chinese Buddha figures. This was my last full week in the office. Next Wednesday is my last day and then I’m off. Rushed as everything has been, I’ve still had the time to get nostalgic over New York. For example, I took a cab through a McDonald’s drive thru last night. How amazing is that? And this morning I can see a water tower with an orange roof against the blue sky. I love being in the city.
That said, I’ve been itching to travel for the past year. I traveled a lot before settling in New York, and I didn’t realize when I took my first job that I really would have only two weeks vacation. With holidays and and family, two weeks goes quickly. Not to mention, one job leads to another… Next thing you know, years of your life have passed. Quitting may be the best thing I’ve ever done for myself. Being in an unknown place awakens me to my surroundings. It’s easier to notice the different patterns of life. New York isn’t going anywhere, but this is a great chance for me to explore and write. It sounds incredibly indulgent, but I’m proud of myself–even if my novel is utter crap.
And of course, I won’t miss these stacks of papers!