This is the end. My only friend, the end.

Well, I'm really doing it. I moved out of my apartment last week and shipped my stuff home. My last day at work is tomorrow and there is a celebration planned after. I bought a plane ticket to Texas and I'm almost certified to teach English.

I hope this is a good decision...

Actually, things feel great. I've been dreaming of my last day at work for months upon longer months. It feels like the last week of school there and everyone is congratulating me for escaping our company. I've been staying at Andrew's apartment in the West Village and having a blast. I woke up at 8:30 this morning and still made it to work on time. Over the long weekend, I went to Fire Island with some friends to hang at the beach all day. We had so much fun that we skipped the ferry boat and hung out on the island for a few extra hours that night.

Last night I found out that a bistro around the corner, which we all pass a few times a week, has some great free live jazz each night. I thought that I would hear so much live music moving to New York, but it usually cost too much. Now I really wish I had known about this place earlier. The timing was a little off though.

Speaking of bad (my dating life) timing, within my final month of living in New York I have met two really cool girls that I would love to hang out with and attempt this 'dating' thing everyone talks about. They are both very cute and I have fun every time I'm around them. Its a good thing I'm moving to Asia or else I might actually begin a relationship with one of them.

All of that said, I'm excited about leaving. I'll have about two months to relax and do things I can't in New York. I'll see some friends and spend plenty of time home. I might even try to leave the states a few weeks early and do some traveling before my new job begins. Speaking of which, I should probably start looking for a teaching position.