As I stand here, taking pause in the shadow of the Empire State Building I feel as if I’m looking on a memory, rather than living in the present. Witnessing a time gone by; a story about “that one time I...”. Because, standing here, on this cold winter morning, I know I have already decided to leave New York. In one year, this city, this wonderfully messy, difficult, incomparable city will be behind me. It’s a strange thought, when you’re in the middle of it.