I had dinner with a friend last night. When I told her of my plans to leave New York this fall, she said something very interesting:
"I never got the sense that you ever really liked living here."
And you know what? I think she's right! When I look back on my time here, I recognize that the first couple years I was miserable, and then at some point after that I sort of hit my stride and got used to it, made friends, etc. And now I'm just sort of... done.