I don't know how to tell you this, but I'm in love with some place else. I'm having an affair with New York City. It's not you, it's me. You've been my backbone for 24 years now, but I just need something different. New York makes me feel alive. It's exciting, invigorating, and makes me feel young. Not that you didn't do those things for me at one point, I just need more. You will always be home to me. I promise to never forget the great times we've had.
I'm not leaving you just yet. I have a lot a business and living to do here, but I want you to know the truth. My heart belongs to another city and that's where it will be. Physically I will be here, but emotionally I cannot promise the same. I will visit New York every chance I get, but I don't want you to be jealous.
Please don't hate me, and let's make the best of the time we have left. I will work, go to Coopers, and walk Lake Scranton. You will always be electric to me.