Farewell, DC

     Today is my last day as a resident in the District.  I've been planning it for a while, but it still seems unreal to me.  I haven't wrapped my mind around the fact that on Monday, I won't be walking to the Dupont Metro.  And I won't be sitting at my desk watching new houses go up in the dirt lot next to the building.  And I won't be drinking the shitty coffee, and I won't be making jokes about puppy dogs and ice cream at the Navy Yard.
     I've been pretty crass about the district.  The district and I broke up a few months ago, shown in this Dear John letter.  The truth is, it had its moments.  It wasn't all bad, it just wasn't for me.  We just didn't get along that well.  I think New York City and I will get along swimmingly, and I'm looking forward to our fledgling relationship. 
     (Apparently fledgling isn't really the word I want.  Mary, help me out--what do I mean?)
     Tomorrow I open a whole new chapter.  How exciting.  How scary.  Holy crap, I'm going to live in New York and try to make it after all, a la Mary Tyler Moore.  God, I hope I'm ready for this.