my last week as a brooklynite was exactly how a last week as a brooklynite should be: filled with bagels, pizza, debating whether or not to pack my ball jars, and saying goodbye (or see you on the internet! ) to some fantastically wonderful humans.

the nerves set in slightly during my smoked meat sandwich with donny, my 2 am slice with cutlet, and my one last muffin from blue sky. but for the most part, the craziness of the week just reaffirmed my new identity as someone who *visits* new york well.  (because behind my grandma tendencies of playing board games on friday nights there is still a great partier, she just can't handle more than a week of it at one time.) 

so file the chance meetings, the late night food, the way everyone seems to push boundaries, and those days spent biking through new neighborhoods as the things i will miss most.  

and classify the smelly people and the subways as the ones i will miss the least.  

farewell, new york! i'm ready for the midwest.