New York, NY
Current city: New Orleans, LA
About six weeks ago, I moved (back) to New Orleans from New York City. I spent three years desperately missing front porches, humidity’s warm embrace, and being able to get drinks with friends without planning three months in advance. I’m incredibly happy. But moving from New York on the third weekend in April is a horrible, stupid decision. If you asked a New Yorker to pinpoint the first weekend in spring, seven out of every 10 would say that weekend. And New York City in the spring is like the moment in a Disney movie where the forest animals dress the princess and everyone sings together and the world becomes a brighter place. It’s unrelentingly, stereotypically lovely.
Also, did you know there are 334 restaurants, bodegas, and wine shops that are currently available for delivery to my old East Village apartment? You didn’t know because that would be odd, but it’s an important fact: 334! You have never experienced first-world problems until you've woken up on a Saturday with the kind of piercing pain in between your eyes that renders you unable to move and THEN been hit with the painful realization that you cannot have one of the best burgers in America delivered to your bed in 30-45 minutes. (Dear Brindle Room: I miss you.)
"Lessons learned: I am fickle, Seamless is almost as beautiful a thing as Tompkins Square Park in the spring, and, if someone invented high-speed transportation between NYC and NOLA, I’d opt for a bi-coastal life. I’d just bring Domilise’s with me on every trip. - Liz Childers, senior editor
Current city: Austin, TX
"New York, just like I pictured it," says the beginning of that Stevie Wonder song. Then it makes New York City sound like a terrible place. I make it a point not to argue with Stevie Wonder (except about God and stuff), even though it costs $50 to eat in any NYC restaurant, they've got this awful thing called 'winter,' and the city is the polar (!!) opposite of my laid-back home in Austin, TX. We have limitless wide-open spaces in Texas, but New York has as much crap as you can possibly cram onto an island. The breadth of experiences you have on a morning walk is equivalent to roughly a week in Slacker time. Also, they have decent barbecue now, so I can finally picture myself living just enough for the city. - Dan Gentile, staff writer