As I head out for my flight to Korea and really say goodbye to New York City (at least for now, unless I get a job here, then i'll be right back), I can't believe that i've lived here for 4.5 years. It's actually the longest place I've lived in consecutively since high school in Georgia. That's impressive given that it was never a city I intended to move to. In fact, my sister lured me here with promises that it would be fun to live near family.... and it totally was until she told me a year later "we're moving to korea!" and then packed and moved in like 2 months, taking my niece away from me...
ANYWAYS.
As I spend my last 50 hours in the city that never sleeps and reflect back on how much i've stretched and grown, here are a few things the city taught me:
