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Our Last Night in New York City

Our Last Night in New York City

  Our Last Night in New York City: Saying goodbye and watching it move on before us   We left New York City in a whirlwind. Jeff was offered a position and we had 4 weeks to sublet our Bushwick loft, buy a car, quit our jobs, pack the house, ship our stuff, and make the trek from 1 coast to the other. I wrote a post earlier this week for my more personal, self-growth, entrepreneurial blog, Declare Happy, if you’re interested in learning more about my addiction to moving. But writing that post got me thinking about our decision to leave New York and made me reminisce about our last few weeks in the amazing city that is New York. Our last night there was perfect. So perfect, in fact, that I find myself missing that city more and more and with the lasting memory of our last night, I’m antsy to head back. Central Park, the American Museum of Natural History, and our Insignificance We started the evening by strolling through Central Park and watched as park goers tossed the frisbees on the amazing spring day that was our last New York City day. We watched as the trees were in bloom, the spring flowers filling the park, and headed over to the American Museum of Natural History for one last visit until shipping out west. Despite having access to nature here in San Diego, there’s nothing quite like Central Park, that oasis in the chaos of the city. I find myself daydreaming about afternoons spent there and sometimes wish I could teleport my way back, but I’m...