Moving out of New York feels very much like breaking up with someone who you love deeply, but cannot be in a relationship with any more.  It is for the best.  They will be fine without you.  Life goes on.  And yet, something inside makes you want to run back into their arms, have that part of you that only they could illuminate be illuminated one last time.  But you remind yourself that sweeter days are ahead if you can get past this moment of yearning for what is no longer. -LFB