Our flight from San Francisco into La Guardia leaves at 6 AM tomorrow. We have never been to New York City —or to the east coast, for that matter. We don’t know what our apartment looks like, only that it’s 17 feet by 13 and probably on the 8th floor. The concept of good public transit seems ridiculous, even mythical. We’ve never experienced winter … here, sometimes things are a little gray and cold, other times a little bright and hot, but never snow. In our ocean, you can swim. Goodbye hiking in the gold-grass covered foothills, to the dark silhouettes of twisting oak trees, a messy Double-Double animal style and a vanilla shake at midnight, to our friends and siblings, parents and pets. Hello to autonomy and the unknown!
Until we meet again.