~see you next year~

October 27th, 2008

I’m leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it’s not raining.
~Groucho Marx

We spent the last days in NYC cleaning the party loft, brunching at Dressler, cleaning and packing up our apartment (wedding cake in the freezer, this goes to LA, that goes to the basement, this comes to Europe…), handing our keys to the new subletter, and saying goodbye to each Manhattan thing.

Goodbye insane eye-talian restaurant in the theater district.

Goodbye Times Square. I never liked you anyway.

Goodbye Stefan.

Goodbye West Village.

Goodbye Astor Place Subway Beaver.

Goodbye Chelsea Diner.

Goodbye fire escape and ivy.

Goodbye Dressler.

Goodbye Bedford Avenue. Goodbye Mom.

I cried when I said goodbye to Boone and Edith, my grandparents, in Los Angeles; I cried when we left Davey at the subway stop in Brooklyn. I tried hard to not cry saying goodbye to Noria on the corner of Sunset and Effie, the one with the longest light in history. I cried a lot when my Mom’s cab pulled away.

As Alfonso dragged our suitcases down the stairs to our cab I turned the lights off in our apartment saying into the darkness, “See you next year.”

Goodbye.