Bye West Coast!

Currently listening to "No Way" by the Naked and Famous, sitting at an airport terminal in Denver, Colorado.  The past couple weeks in CA have been intense, but the last 48 hours have been really emotional.

Thursday October 13th - Finish up work and pick up treats for my family at Whole Foods, meet some friends for dinner.  Come back at 11pm and see roommates, grab beers.  Fall asleep at home sometime around 1am or 2am.

Friday October 14th - Wake up early at 6am to finish packing.  Say goodbye to roommates (they're going to San Francisco) and I head to work.  Drink coffees to finish wrapping up work projects.  Come back and clean up apartment.  Off to a later start than I'd like, drink more coffee and meet up with a cousin at 9pm for dinner in Oceanside.  Drive 5 hours straight up to Reedley while consuming yet more coffee.

I get back around 3am.  My family and a high school friend are home so we stay up talking and catching up.  We unload the rest of my stuff in the truck (mostly books but also random things like a collapsible fishing spear).  I say goodbye to my family; my mom makes me tear up because she starts crying first.  I get dropped off at the Fresno Airport by 7am.  I have two check in bags and one carry on (combined weight of about 100lbs).  I catch my flight and so I find myself in Colorado.

I'm going to get some lunch and a beer.  Then I'll catch my flight to La Guardia Airport in New York.  If I take a nap now, I won't wake up in time.  Plus, it's so interesting to people watch at airports.

Will get to NY about 7pm.  I'll catch a taxi to the hostel I'm staying in, drop my bags off, then will go out to explore New York City!!!  I heard the bars don't close till 4am.  I wonder when the coffee shops close...