Home, Sweet Farewell....

It's Thursday. It's late. It's later than its ever been before. Before the sunrises gleamed rays into your eyes, before the sounds of sirens and shouts and women breaking up with their boyfriends on cell phones at 4:00 a.m. on Tuesday pre-morning. It's later than the rodents and insects and other strange native New York critters ever roamed the streets. Its later than the sea blue walls which met horizons and lime green inspirational living spaces and Purple princess corners cease to exist.

Not only is it late, but its also over.

Over are the days you'd walk 3 blocks past the superimposed mini South Asia to the nail salon where a $6 manicure boosted self-esteems. Its past the Starbucks which so loyally produced midnight pick-me-ups in the midst of finals season when the dental, med and well regular NYUites stayed late and studied, branding a future into their minds. It's later than the, what used to be Video Shop, used to be open until midnight and all movies - old and new - could be rented. It's over past the restaurants, the fondue shops, Italian eateries, pizzerias, Jaiyas and Chinese Mirches could feed a hungry stomach.

It's Over.

The days are gone when every moment, was a dream. When ever moment was a chance to be, to live, to experience, to wonder. The days when friendships flourished and break ups broke hearts. Its over, the number of tear filled evenings and laughter induced nights. Where hospitality was the only thing our friends asked of us.

And oh what a night, the cold winter months and boiling summer days. The rainy evenings on the third floor.

And over are those dreams.

As many houses as I've lived in, this is what I called home. Because it was made with me in mind. Our wishes and dishes, our dreams and tv screens, our colors and rods. Every touch a memory of its own.

A bookcase and table found outside. A futon and wall hangings from a friend's home farewell. A toaster and halogen lamps. And of course the twin beds, who can forget those. The plates and the spoons, baskets and extension cords.

New York, New York. Don't know if I made it here, but I'm sure I'll make it anywhere else.

I bid thee farewell.

Adieu, until my next home in the big apple.

It's Friday.