sarahcentric

Phase 1: Move out of apartment in Astoria.
Phase 2: Store worldly goods at family’s house upstate. Crash there for two weeks.
Phase 3: Board plane for New Zealand on May 16th.

Phase 1, complete… complete with tears from saying goodbye and taking these pictures on my last day.

Complete with two final slices from my favorite pizza joint on the house, “You’re going to miss this in New Zealand!” Complete with Astoria’s own miniature Lords of Dogtown who are in love with pictures of themselves in the best kid-confident way “Oh my God! Yo, that looks so realistic!” Complete with the Greek waiters I passed everyday on my way to the train wishing me a safe journey. “Tell us when that picture is in the New York Post”.

9 years of friends made just by walking out my front door every morning and passing families sitting on their stoop, friends sipping their Greek coffee. In Astoria, there’s no need to work hard to make connections. It’s just outside of your building waiting to say hello and give you a great slice.

Astoria taught me the value of community, and I feel lucky to have been apart of it.

I feel complete.