This right here is my last post that will take place on Texas soil. I am crying little jalapeno tears. Jk. In some ways I never really acclimated to this bizarro state — I will forever hate TexMex, beer, bbq, the Alamo, noise, crowds, other people, smoothies. So it goes.

On Sunday, Hannah, David and I will board a 14-ft U-Haul for the journey of a lifetime across America to New York. What does one do for 40 hours in a U-Haul? All I know is that we’re bringing a cooler full of yogurt. I’ll be livetweeting, natch.

Bye Texas. I only meant to come for nine months and ended up staying for three years. Not bad, right?