That's So Farley

Today is the day.

Yesterday marked the end of an era—my last bartending shift, fittingly on St. Patrick’s Day.

I pulled an almost 24-hour shift, then drove to my mom’s house, took a quick nap, and woke up to begin the next chapter. We packed a rented minivan with clothes, pets, and a decade’s worth of memories, then headed out to pick up Ramie.

Once she was in the car, we hit the interstate, bound for my new home: New York City.

Even now, it doesn’t quite feel real. I’m leaving behind 31 years of life—moments filled with joy, pain, growth, friendship, and familiar faces. There’s a weight to saying goodbye to the only place I’ve ever called home.

Around 8:00 p.m., the skyline appeared on the horizon.

This is it. A new beginning—for at least a year. Seeing the city lights for the first time as a resident felt completely different. This place, with all its chaos and energy, is now my home. It’s where I’ll build new memories, forge new relationships, and learn to navigate this beautiful mess of a city.