“I’m not moving, I am just going to a new city.” I told Mary.
“…but MARTIN” her voice screeched highly and her face contorted to reflect her confusion “that IS moving. You’re moving to a new city, that’s a big deal!”
Mary had been suggesting for some time that we throw a going away party for me. But I was against the idea from the get go. I love parties as much as the next 26 year old, but I didn’t feel that this was a anything that warranted a party.
For one, I didn’t want all the attention on me. I hate that. Secondly, I didn’t want to jinx my move. I thought that if we threw a party, that the move would fall through and I would have had to explain to everyone why I was back in the bay area and not in New York.
But most of all, I didn’t want a party because it honestly didn’t feel like I was moving anywhere. Sure, I was going to a new city, in this case New York, but I wasn’t changing. It was just going to be me, there. Continue reading