Manic Monday Meltdown.

Well, first off my phone has been ringing nonstop - 17 phone calls a day, give or take - and I'm about to go crazy. My buzzer is currently buzzing nonstop, brokers show up unexpected to come take a look at our apartment. Hello, we will give advice to NOT sell this condemned apartment!!

Now that that's off my chest...(and two phone calls later, within the past 4 minutes)

I have two weeks to pack up everything and go home. HOW?! So scared, but so excited.

First stop: Horseheads. How long? I have yet to figure that out. I am the world's biggest procrastinator -- For Example: I drop off my laundry today at 12pm. It's finished within three hours, but I have (choose) to wait until 5:55 pm to pick it up, 5 minutes before it closes. Oops.

Packing, cleaning, so much working, that will be my life for the next two weeks. Maybe, just maybe trying to find a flight to get out to Utah.

I am literally starting with nothing but some money and a few suitcases. It will be quite the adventure. And no, I will not be living on the streets.

My Life: Chapter 4.

If I could sum up my life in a book (definitely abridged) there would be three major chapters so far. Right now, I am going to introduce to the world the fourth chapter that has yet to be written, but is in the making.

Chapter One: Childhood.

There would be many sections to this chapter. It was bittersweet. It was growing up.

Chapter Two: College.

Actually, every chapter is growing up. I'll never stop growing up (tangent). But this section is self-explanatory. Four years ending with a Bachelor's Degree. This would be split into four sections, each shockingly different than the rest.

Chapter Three: New York City (beginning of adulthood).

It was a love/hate relationship. I am a nurse at a prestigious hospital in Manhattan, I learned and became competent (not to mention confident) in my job. I met a best friend. I met a man that I love. Overall, I had a blast.

The new chapter that I will begin 'writing' at the beginning of September is:

Chapter Four: I'm moving to Utah.

I put in my four week's notice. My last official day as a New York City nurse will be August 29th, 2011. It is sad, but it is necessary. Overall, I am just exhausted from the fast pace of one of the busiest cities in the world. I will miss it so much, but everyone from work says I fail as a City girl because I am too nice (I take that as a compliment). I will miss having everything within walking distance...I am a block away from: an Italian restaurant, multiple drug stores, a bank, a park, a library, Chinese food, Mexican food (see the food pattern?), a post office, shopping, so close to Herald Square. I have lived in the heart of Times Square. I have had the pleasure of working with the homeless, tourists who speak no English, patients I will always love and pray for. But I need something new. I need to do this for myself.

Why Utah? I've fought for more than a few months with the thought of moving out there. Many people know that my boyfriend lives there. I didn't want to be that girl that moved out for that guy. But I know in my heart that this is the right that it is the right decision for me; this is the next step. I will ALWAYS be an East Coast girl. I KNOW I will be back on the East Coast someday (hopefully within a couple of years, fingers crossed), but for now, this is a good fit. It's a huge move. I don't have a job yet, don't have an apartment, but I do have some money saved up and a whole lot of hope, as well as support.

I love you all. I love New York. But here I go, into the next chapter.