Today marks my last day as a full-time resident of the greatest borough: Brooklyn. I'm ending the day with a bang by partying as hard as I can and dancing til the sun comes up, and by that I mean watching Harry Potter movies with my friend Kristin and eating gluten-free pasta and peanut M&Ms.
When I was first nominated for the Peace Corps and knew it was something that was actually going to happen, I decided to move to New York to be closer to my friends and family members in the area. When I made the move from DC to Brooklyn in August, leaving for the Peace Corps seemed far away and not entirely real.
Living in Brooklyn has been a lot of fun. I love New York City, and will miss it when I'm gone. I'm going to miss the food, the freedom to do what you want to do free of judgement, the subway (really!), running in Red Hook, the feeling of coming back to South Slope after a day selling food on the streets of Manhattan, and my wonderful friends. I am very excited to return to Africa, but I am sad to leave these things behind.
But now the final phase of my journey to Tanzania begins! I wish I could take this little guy along for the rest of the ride...
So after a couple of years of bouncing around the country and a couple stints abroad, I am finally embarking on a journey that will leave me stationary for two full years. I haven't lived in one place for over a year since I was in high school, so I'm looking forward to having some stability.
The past two years have taken me from Kenya, to Connecticut, to China, Washington D.C., and finally to Brooklyn, and I have certainly had a great time. Today was my official last day of work at the food truck where I've been working in NYC since the fall, and unfortunately I had to miss it. A bit of an upset stomach led to a torn esophagus, and so I sadly had to sit my last shift out.
Working on the food truck was a very fun and interesting way to spend my time in NYC. I had the chance to experience many different areas of the city, and meet people from all over the world.
But to prepare for my upcoming move to Tanzania, the winds will bring me home to Connecticut to spend my last few months eating delicious mom-made food, running in some half-marathons, spending weekends crashing in my former apartment, and figuring out which t-shirts will make the cut when it's time to start packing!
