I’m packing up my stuff. All of my clothes are in little piles on the floor of my room (what else is new, really?) and I have all of my papers in another little pile. Two extra copies — one for me and one to leave at home, just in case something is stolen.
Yesterday was my last day in the city, and it was one of the hottest days this year. Record breaking temperatures in April. I got an ice cream cone from the Mr. Softee truck and ate it while sitting on the steps of Union Square park. It seemed like the whole world was outside, flip flops and frappuccinos everywhere. It may not last here in NY, but summer has started for me.
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