The best weekend ever

Its Sunday and I'm exhausted. This has been the best weekend ever. At least that I can remember. Dinner with friends, football & beer with roommates, a night out that ends at 4am with pizza. Book club movie and coffee that turns into a full blown meal. It was perfect. Not for any special reason, just because it reinforced the premise that I'm okay, I didn't think I'd get here so fast.

It was first time that a small part of me wishes I wasn't moving. Which is oddly the best feeling ever. I want to take a snapshot of right now and pause NY so that everyone is the same when I get back, in the same places in their lives. Instead I know that its all going to be different, especially me.