If youre one of those younguns desperate to move to NYC, be careful what you wish for. If you actually do make it there and ever plan on leaving, youre going to need to be prepared to break up with it. Really break up with it. Were talking a change the locks, toss its shit out the proverbial window and never look back scenario. Because its so unlike any other place, if you love it and leave it before it crashes your car, sells your furniture for coke and impregnated your little sister, itll always be the one that got away. Youll forget all its bad points, exaggerate all its good ones, unfairly compare all future cities to it and OD on agonizing nostalgia because its still out there, going on .. without you. If that longing in the pit of your stomach was audible, it would sound exactly like the current only living boy in New York singer/songwriter Kevin Devine. All ages. Photo courtesy Denny Mui.