Holy crap, I'm leaving New York in 11 days!

I'm leaving New York and flying to Paris in 11 days.  I'll maybe have $500 (approximately twelve Euro) to live off of for 23 days in Paris, and I have to pay to ship some shit back to Colorado, pay more to ship my bike with me to Paris or ship it back to CO as well, and pay for a train ride from Amsterdam to Paris.  According to my calculations, this should leave me with $12 (approximately -1,400 Euro).  Oh well.  Paris is cheap.  Right?

I really wish that I could stick around here in New York for another couple of months.  I feel like I'm finally close to "making it" on several fronts.  Breakaway is hiring, apparently, so I could maybe get another bike job that pays me 1.5x what I make now.  God knows how much work I could get done on my 13th step in a couple of months.  I almost have friends.  I almost have money.  I almost have a place.  I almost fit in.  But I'm almost out.  11 days.  Just long enough to put my purple bike in a box.

Oh well.  I still maintain that New York City isn't really the place for me.  I'm glad as hell to have seen it.  I'm happy to have finally worked as a bike messenger (even if only for a short time).  My cult brethren here are fucking badass, and I think that I'll be able to use their magickal spells and incantations with great success for the rest of my life.

4 months.  New York City and Paris.  Purple bike.  Bike messenger.  Riding from Paris to Amsterdam.  Paris makeout pact.  I don't really have anything to complain about.