Leaving on a jet plane

Well, its late and my bags are almost packed. By tomorrow night I'll be in Peru, which is kind of hard to wrap my head around especially in my frayed, sleep-deprived state. I've said so many bittersweet goodbyes over the last few weeks that now I feel spent and ready to make this happen. Today New York was chaotic and unforgiving and I'm looking forward to seeing it at what I think is its most beautiful: from a distance, receding as a big metal bird takes me toward new adventures. To use a phrase I picked up here: peace out.