I'm blogging my last entry from New York from a bar/restaurant called Revolution in the Jetblue terminal. I frequent this bar whenever I've flown out west. It's generally empty, has a decent wine selection and not too shabby food. I prefer it to the hustle and bustle of the main food court which has food options a plenty. I'm a little surprised at myself for not having planned ahead and picked up something scrumptious to eat on the plane for my last meal. Although, I was feeling a bit sappy and emotional today and didn't really think that far. So here I am eating a tostada salad with a glass(es) of cote du rhone as my last send off.
To be honest though, I don't think it really matters what I eat at the moment. For once, food is not a priority. My mind is occupied with all the amazing memories I've had here. My heart is a bit heavy but in a good way. In the past few weeks as I've finished my last to-dos, attempted to fulfill a non-existent bucket list and said farewell to all the wonderful people I've become friends with here, I've realized how much I've grown and matured in the past four years. I'm happy with my life. I'm comfortable in my own skin. I've developed an envious ability to pick out the really awesome people that I should be friends with. So different from the insecure, naive and shy 23-year old that arrived in NYC with a couple suitcases and a handful of acquaintances. I think I'm ready for my next adventure. I really pray that I have what it takes to make it happen for myself. If living in New York has taught me anything, anything is possible if I want it bad enough....or maybe if I had enough monies. :)