View of St. Patrick's Cathedral and Rock Center on my walk to work

As I thought about the move I realized that we’re not just leaving any city, we’re leaving THE city. If you’ve ever been to NYC you’ve probably heard it referred to as “the city”. When I first moved here I couldn’t comprehend how ridiculous (and egotistical) that sounded. The city, as if NYC was the only city in the world. Well, after nearly 7 years in the city I can attest that it is a city like none other. We're going to miss a lot of the great stuff that New York has to offer. Food, music, museums, local bars and hangouts, concrete and honking. Not so much those last two, but you get the drift.
 
The thing we'll miss the most, however, is our friends. Over the years we watched a seemingly endless stream of friends come and go. If ever there’s a transient place, it’s NYC. As friends moved on I wondered what it would be like when we finally left the city. It's the only place I've lived and worked since college. Perhaps fortunately, it was clear from day one that I would not live in the city forever and I honestly never thought it would be too difficult to leave. Over the past 2-3 weeks though I started to understand just how much I may have underestimated the attachment. It's not easy to uproot your entire life for the past seven years and move it far, far away.