Monday, 22 July 2002 | Moving!

In less than three weeks, I won't be drinking any more sweet tea, saying hello to strangers, driving on the interstate to get to my job, watching palmetto bugs scurry down the sidewalk, or living in the giant forest that is North Carolina.

I'm moving to New York, to work at the Natural Resources Defense Council, to do web production, writing, editing, and research. Instead of commuting from Raleigh to Durham in my old Honda, I'll be commuting from Brooklyn to Manhattan in an underground train, standing in packed crowds of people whom I will not automatically acknowledge or make eye contact with. Instead of selecting a CD and extending my arm out the window, pushing my palm against the wind, I will listen to the echo of an amateur guitar player's notes bouncing off the tiles and drifting through the tunnels. It doesn't feel real quite yet.