Time has been passing so quickly. Before I know it, it's 5pm and I'm leaving work and headed home on the train. The train ride is short and quiet. 6pm turns into midnight and my day starts over again. Maybe it's just winter, everything is shorter in winter.
Usually I would hate days rushing by so quickly. Weekends passing in a blur, evenings slipping away from me. But now, with so much to look forward to I'm glad that time is moving so quickly. I know it has something to do with being so balanced on this decision. I am happy to go but sad to leave. I have so much I'm going to be starting in Houston, but I'm leaving a city that I love. New York feels like a summer romance. Also comparable to a pre-season sale. It doesn't last very long, but it has long lasting effects.
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