It just wouldn't be fitting if things ran smoothly for us, even for our last two days in NY.
Packing the truck was quick and painless though, especially for me, I just hung out inside taping up odds and ends. We we were lucky enough to have a bunch of our closest friends help us load the gross amount of boxes and junk we have accumulated over the past 5 1/2 years, it always sickens me how much stuff we collect and don't use. I can't imagine packing anything bigger than a 500 square foot apartment. We celebrated our hard work with pizza and soda, and stayed up past midnight telling stories and remenising. We hauled our luggage over to the Riches, we couldn't imagine spending our last couple days with anyone else, and crashed on their air matress. Around three in the morning we awoke to Luke vomitting in the crib. This was the first Luke has ever thrown up continuously. We stayed up with him almost the entire night feeling helpless as he rolled around moaning and whimpering. By morning, he seemed to be feeling much better, relieving us all. The idea of spending our last day with Luke sick was very depressing.
After getting dressed we headed over to Tom's restaurant, a favorite of ours, ate waffles and said our goodbyes to the staff. That afternoon Katie and I set out to return our cable box. Sparing the details, we spent an hour and a half getting lost only to get there and have to wait over an hour just to drop it off. Not exactly how I would have liked to spend my last day. Meanwhile Tom worked diligently trying to sell our car. We had to rid of it before we flew out Sunday evening. He dropped the price a few times and waited around for people to come see it, but the luck wasn't on our side. After giving up for the day, we cruised into the city for one last stop to H&M, Pinkberry, and Fabulous Franny's. By the end of our errands, Tom seemed to have caught Luke's bug and was to nauseous to carry on a conversation. We flew over the brooklyn bridge in silence and I dropped Tom off so he could run inside and most likely vomit. I spent the next twenty five minutes driving around the neighborhood looking for a parking spot. This as always is frusterating, but tonight, I had a girls night going away party for me that I had been looking forward to for weeks. I finally parked, got Luke out and as I walked the two blocks back to Katie's I too felt so nauseous I could barely walk. Katie was ready waiting for me, Tom was green and laying on the bathroom floor, and the only energy I could muster up was enough to fall onto the airmatress, only getting up to run to the bathroom after smelling the chicken noodle soup Chip had just warmed up. I threw up several times, then Tom. Even in those moments of misery I just couldn't believe we were really spending our last night in Brooklyn huddled over the toilet and laying on the bathroom floor while the party sadly carried on without me.
But we recovered. By morning we were able to go to church and say our last goodbyes. We got back to Riches at 2pm, only three hours before we needed to take off to the airport. Instead of spending that time with our friends, we spent it cleaning the apartment, packing our bags, and yes, desperately trying to sell the car. Tom finally confirmed a few appointments to see the car at 4:30, just a half an hour before we needed to leave. We really didn't have a plan B, we had to sell it. but with ten minutes to spare, Tom walked in with the plates and we all cheered. Just enough money to cover the cost of our refrigerator repair.
The Pulfer's and Clifton's, our longest NY friends picked us up for the airport and we said goodbye to our neighborhood for the last time.
My emotions are still to fragile to recount anything except for the facts of our last two days. When I am feeling a bit more stable I will attempt to document our feelings of leaving behind our favorite city, first home, best friends, and so many memories.