My city’s different in small but detectable ways. Suddenly everybody’s riding these bikes everywhere and Williamsburg is officially hipster Times Square. At first I felt oddly betrayed. How dare it change in my absence and not tell me? Like its totally fine to make subtle changes and not just send me an email, give me a heads up so when I come back I don’t feel so left out? Then I remembered that I’m the one who left, and so this city can do whatever the crap it wants. Then I also remembered that the city is a city, not a person. Mostly it’s a strange sensation, for the first time ever: I do not live here anymore.