LAX>JFK>MEH
Last night, my mom asked me when I was planning on moving home. Not “if,” but “when.” And it made me realize something: One day, I’m going to have to leave New York City (presumably because A. I’ll run out of money B. rocking pit stains to work in the summer will stop being cool or C. The 2nd Avenue subway line will never get completed, and let’s face it, that’s really what’s keeping me here). I can’t imagine how anyone could possibly adapt to move away from the most captivating city and blend (back) into a life of just meh. I’ll be leaving this …
for this …
or worse …
How do people acclimate to leaving an overgrown jungle chock-full of the most ridiculous people in the world for a neatly trimmed hedge of normalcy? When you’ve become one of the New York deviants, how the heck do you go back to The Gap? This isn’t a rhetorical question, I’m seriously asking how people cope with leaving Manhattan, knowing wholeheartedly that there’s not a single city out there that can even compare, and what’s worse, you’re no longer a part of it?
It’s like ending a marvelous relationship with the most brilliant person in the world to go date, oh I don’t know, a club promoter.
At least there’s free booze.
Update: No, I’m not moving :)
