That's it. My life's in cases, or in the careful hands of friends. I just finished handing back my lovely, if tiny, NY pad.
By quick mental count I've had about 15 sets of visitors in the 24 months of residence. Hell's Kitchen's been kind to me.
I'll miss it all, I'm fairly sure the number of delivery places on the trail is lower than the 200+ that I've become used to, but hey fewer 6am horn blasts or late night singers. (Though the singers were usually lead by me so that's probably one for the neighbors.)
Tonight's my last in NY for a while, I'm excited, scared, and a million other things, but mostly I'm behind schedule, so I'll post this and move on.