Seventy Days and Seventy Nights in NYC

70 Days....That's how long I have before my big exodus from NYC. Just a little over two months left and so much to do. I spent 4 hours today just making lists of all the things that I need to take care of before i leave the country for a year.

I realized I have been cheating in the "nomad"game during the 7 years I have lived in NYC. I have spent more than half my time outside of the city during these years, but I have had the same home-base the whole time. Along with a steady home-base comes complicated things like furniture, appliances, mobile service contracts, and a HUGE collection of books. These are things that real nomads don't have to deal with.

There is something emotionally liberating about selling everything that you can't carry with you...but I think I am beyond that point in my life. I love my furniture. I love my books carefully collected over the last 15 years. I love the idea of spending a year abroad, but there is something therapeutic about owning "stuff".

I'm having such mixed emotions right now. Every day I grow more excited about the year I will spend in Morocco, but at the same time I can't help but let the melancholy start to creep in about what I am leaving behind. After seven years I can say, without a doubt, I LOVE NEW YORK.

The good news is that New York will always be here(unless of course you believe those movies which project that it will freeze over or be flooded or attacked by a huge gorilla)!! They say you never know what you have till you lose it...well, New York, in 70 days I'm going to lose you. Let's see how I feel about you a year down the road!!!