I usually don’t sleep before a long flight.  I spend all night packing and then around 5 am decide to shower where I go through my mental check list and then an hour later get a cab.  However, since today’s flight was in the evening instead of the morning, I didn’t think I’d be able to function on no sleep.  So this morning, I set my alarm for 5.30 to go running.  After procrastinating for 30 minutes I left my apartment.  Although most of the financial district is totally gross, it was still a really nice run.  The whole sky was cloudy, and I had to dodge some puddles, but it didn’t bother me.  I got up to soho, and then turned around and made it down to battery park.  I took a little breather along the water and looked out at the statue of liberty.  I was basically all alone beside the homeless man on the other side of the park.  Even though a bunch of people were going to work down in the Fi Di, the park’s silence was still intact and it seemed like just me and my city.  I realize how ridiculously cheesy this is, but I can’t help it.  I’m really going to miss it.  Yes, of course I’ll miss my friends here, but I’ll still be able to talk to them and see what they’re up to.  But what about new york city?  I can’t video chat with her!

I leave in about 2 hours, and it still hasn’t sunk in that I’m moving to a different country where uhm I really don’t know the language or anyone there.

Expect a panic attack in my layover of Geneva.