In which Sky gets ready to go home.

Tonight is my last night in NYC. My boyfriend has left to go back to his family after spending the last two nights with me, and now I am all by myself and mostly packed with the apartment mostly cleaned. (The latter is something of a miracle as I thought it would take me hours to clean up, if only because I am easily distracted from and bored by cleaning.)

I wish I had something more thoughtful to say about my time here other than, "I had a really great time."

But that's about as true and heartfelt as it gets. :)