I doubt many people will be all broken up about it (and I’m sure some will be elated) but we’re leaving NYC, as official economic refugees. It’s been quite interesting, these 2 years here, the rise of a dot-conomy, the fall of said economy, tire slashings, near altercations over parking spots, drug dealers next door, and the ever-comforting semi -automatic small arms fire from the projects a block away. The smells, the drunks, the stalkers, the rich people and the poor people. Ah NYC–did you know there is a light on Broadway for every worthless internet stock option.
We came here with a load of debt and dreams of riches. We leave with a mountain of debt and the simple desire to wash our clothes in same building in which we live. That, at least, will be possible.
That said, we had some very good times, and very drunken times (well me at least) and we met some wonderful people. I hate to leave this place out of a position of weakness, but hell–I never get what I want anyway.