The Move Out of NYC Was Not a Decision — It Was a Rebellion

I originally returned to NYC for a one-week visit after the purchase.

A normal person would have said, “Let’s plan the move.”

I am not a normal person. (We KNOW this by now)

I said,

“We’re leaving.

Now.”

I packed our massive SUV with every atom in that little Brighton Beach studio — clothes, textbooks, game consoles, the baby’s jumper, half of Bed Bath & Beyond — and we drove out of New York like fugitives from mediocrity.

I didn’t even look back at the skyline.

It felt like closing a book I had outgrown.