Parting Glimpse

Yesterday, we left New York City, after seven years. As we crossed the Hudson on the Verrazano Bridge, I turned for a last glimpse of the Manhattan skyline. I sat in the back seat next to my sleeping seven-month old daughter as we followed the moving truck containing a trio of Mexican/ Russian/ Kazak movers and all our worldly possessions down the New Jersey Turnpike. After a week of packing, goodbyes, and “last-time-we’ll-eat-at-Zaytoons” kind of activities, our life in NYC was over. I’ve only started to process what that means.