Things change all the time. You don't mind this when you live here; it's part of the caffeinated romance of the city that never sleeps. But when you leave you experience change as a betrayal. (...) You've turned your back for only a moment, and suddenly everything is different. You were an insider, a native, a subway traveller, a purveyor of tips into the good stuff, and now you are just another frequent flyer. (...) It seems the moment you left town they put up a wall around the place, and you will never manage to vault over it and get back into the city again.
Nora Ephron on this week's New Yorker
This is pretty much how I feel right now...
