Friday was my last day in NYC.  Next:  Sleep.  Get up.  Throw my stuff in the van and drive out of here.  Just like that.

I turned in my access cards at work.  I packed my favorite mug.  Gave some really great people hugs.  I'd brought donuts.  They'd brought cake.  Walked out the door.  That was it.  Done.

It’s funny, all the things we think we can’t change.  Or don’t want to change.