The End of the Other Affair

Dear S,

It's not me. It's you. Good luck with that.

-P

The End of the Affair

(reposted from FB)

"It's not you; it's me."

"I can't do this anymore. It's taking an emotional toll on me."

"You will always have a special place in my heart."

Hello Manhattan. / this is Williamsburg calling./ Thanks for the nice view.

As of 48 hours ago, it's official. I'm leaving you, New York. The last 16 months have been a wild ride. But in truth, I probably took my bicoastalism too much to heart and spent at least 50% of my time away from you. We really had more of an affair than a real relationship. The constant yoyo-ing was too much for me. My body (and not to mention my dog) has taken quite a toll, so as much as I love you, it's time to go. I'm sure this is not goodbye, and in fact, you are the home to some of my closest friends so I *will* be back.

But for now, my destiny is in California. The next chapter begins in just under three weeks...

Thank you for everything, New York. And I'll see you around.