This weekend, I closed my personal bank account.
The account, which I opened during the summer of 2001 when I moved back to New Jersey, represented my entire NY/NJ Sexless in the City lifestyle. Looking back, the account saw many ups and downs, from days when I lived paycheck to paycheck to days when I started to make more money and started to save it.
It made sense to close the account - the bank was based out of NYC and I no longer work there. Plus, the account had no activity: no money being deposited or withdrawn.
Still, closing the account felt I was giving up one of the last pieces of my life before marriage. Very strange.