Last weekend in NYC

Everything happened so fast
Too fast
It started last Sunday
That is when I officially started to unravel
I did not go to work that day
or the next day and the day after that
I think I quit.....
All I know is that I haven't been back since.

I just sat on the couch
I think I had finally hit the peak of my depression

On Wednesday I went to the movies with my best friend A
As I sat there I finally realized what I was to afraid to do
What I should have done in January after I lost my job
I was finally ready
It was time for me to leave.
As we were leaving the theater I told her "I'm leaving"

We went into the book store
Got my South America travel guide
I was up all night reading it
Booked my flight on Thursday
I am leaving Tuesday
I cashed in my miles
First stop Tampa
to say goodbye to friends
Then in nine days I will begin in Ecuador

I feel normal
For the first time in a long time,
I can say that I am happy

Didn't realize it until half way through Saturday night that,
that would be my last weekend in NYC
I love my city
This is my home!

Went out with a bang I danced my ass off until 4am
Had tacos at the stand by my house and stayed up with friends til 8am
Got up at 2pm and said goodbye to two of my best friends.
Then it was back to the city
Had my last night at the seaport
And one last midnight ride to the beach