I'm not sure what's more difficult," I mused when selling off my franken-bike to a good friend, "leaving my boyfriend or my bike." (I meant this humorously of course, being pretty attached to both and all.)
Now, weeks after this comment and with only 17 days to go until staging (!!!) my feelings have been jumping all over the place at an rapidly increasing rate. Each little bit of news makes me both excited and nervous and I still can't totally grasp that I'll be landing in Madagascar just (barely) in time to celebrate my 23rd birthday.
The bike is gone, -- although we're having a brief romance this weekend while it's new owner is out of town -- the boyfriend is gone, and now all that's left is to say goodbye to Seattle and the amazing people I've come to know over the past 9 months. Since I'll be leaving this Wednesday for the east coast, this weekend is my last huzzah in the emerald city. That said, Seattle, I'll miss your obnoxiously steep hills, over-caffinated bike messengers loitering outside monorail espresso, Capitol hill's hipsters, and REI chic. I'll miss Joe Bar and the smell of buttery crepes, Thursday happy hours, and Elysian's jasmine IPA. Seattle, I'll miss you.
Goodbye everyone! Send me love and Cheetos. ;D