This is as far west as I can see from where I sit...watching the earth twist eastwardly and the sun head to California.
I cannot speak to my leaving New York and I am decently heartsick about it.
In the words of Joni Mitchell:
Went to a party down a red dirt road There were lots of pretty people there Reading rolling stone, reading vogue They said, how long can you hang around? I said a week, maybe two, Just until my skin turns brown Then I'm going home to california California Im coming home Oh will you take me as I am Strung out on another man California Im coming home.