Endings

I have mixed feelings about endings. I love the sense of accomplishment that comes when you arrive at the final page of a book, hand over the last exam of the semester, or push "send" on an important e-mail. But accomplishment come with a sense of sorrow too, because the task is done. Over. Never to be experienced again, just remembered.

In thirty days, two important experiences in my life will come to an end. In thirty days, we will close our front door for the last time. We will say goodbye to Brooklyn and board an airplane bound for the West. Also in thirty days, I will post for the final time on this blog, because the era of the Henry Street Burrow will be over.

But we'll go out with a bang, not a whimper. Over the next thirty days, I will daily catalog on this blog some of the things I'll miss most about New York City. Think of it as my eulogy to this home of fifteen months.