Leaving NYC, my therapist told me, can be like a breakup.
You vilify what you’re leaving behind in order to accept your new reality.
When I moved out of NYC last year, I was all “fuck New York.” The city I’d grown up in the shadow of. The city where I spent my mid 20s to my mid 30s.
I could see all of the pain I experienced there and none of the happiness. But my trip back this weekend…