I hate to leave The Big Apple this time of year--all dressed up in its holiday best. The city's Christmas spirit is apparent on the faces of its newest tourists sauntering past me in the terminal--trailing suitcases like leashed Terriers. No one carries their luggage these days.
Anxiously awaiting my RDU-bound airplane, I'm sipping a WorldBean coffee from Durham, NC. My destination's java precedes me. My mood is chill. I'm very excited to be bound for the Old North State, but it's a somber feeling to think about not seeing my City Year teammates for over two weeks. I'm so glad (and thankful and blessed) to be on a team, where halfway through the year, I'm actually going to miss the people that I spend so much time with in a given week.I regret not doing more Christmasy things here like window shopping on 5th Avenue. I missed the Macy's parade and I won't get to see the ball drop at New Years either. I hate to miss these festivities, but there's no place like home for the holidays and I wouldn't want to be anywhere but NC this time of year. If I die in Raleigh, at least I will die free!
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