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By Alex Williams Nov. Didion, who was originally from California, did more than just capture, and explode, the enduring image of the young writer chucking it all to make it in New York. Sullivan wrote in a Sunday Times of London column last week, explaining his decision to flee New York after only a year and return to Washington. The human beings are stacked on top of one another in vast towers that create dark, narrow caverns in between. Gridlocked traffic competes with every conceivable noise and every imaginable variation on the theme of human rage and impatience. Or maybe I can.

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Its alternately efficient and appalling subway system. Its endlessly gorgeous women clad in slim pants and killer shoes and interesting coats.

And yet something happened on my way to falling head over heels in love with the place. Maybe it was the man getting stabbed that no one worried about. Or maybe it was bigger than that. The abruptness, the gruffness, the avoid-eye-contact indifference of the crowded subways and streets felt as foreign to me as Japan or Cameroon, as alien to me as Mars. They merely took our money and returned our change with gestures so automatic and faces so expressionless they might as well have been robots.

Goodbye to All That: Writers on Loving and Leaving New York

That realization was the beginning of the end. On a cold February afternoon, Strayed and her husband began packing their New York lives into a double-parked pickup truck. I went willing to live there forever, to become one of the women clad in slim pants and killer shoes and interesting coats.

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I was ready for the city to sweep me into its arms, but instead it held me at a cool distance. I had no compelling reason to stay.

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Dani Shapiro, author of the freshly released and wonderful Still Writing: The Pleasures and Perils of a Creative Life — had a rather different experience: The city, was what people from New Jersey called it.

The city, as if there were no other. If you were a suburban Jewish girl in the late s, aching to burst out of the tepid swamp of your adolescence synagogue! Between you and the city were the smokestacks of Newark, the stench of oil refineries, the soaring Budweiser eagle, its lit-up wings flapping high above the manufacturing plant. That eagle — if you were a certain kind of girl, you wanted to leap on its neon back and be carried away.

She moved to the alive side at nineteen, to live with a boyfriend she soon married, only to find herself divorced at twenty.

Now, thirty years later, she has a Dear Me moment as she looks back: I wish I could reach back through time and shake some sense into that lost little girl. I wish I could tell her to wait, to hold on.

That becoming a grown-up is not something that happens overnight, or on paper. That rings and certificates and apartments and meals have nothing to do with it. That everything we do matters. Wait, I want to say — but she is impatient, racing ahead of me. And though she became a writer — a Writer in the City — Shapiro found herself strangely, subtly, yet palpably unfitted for the kind of life the city required: I could lecture on metaphor; I could teach graduate students; I could locate and deconstruct the animal imagery in Madame Bovary.

But I could not squash a water bug by myself. The practicalities of life eluded me. The city — which I knew with the intimacy of a lover — made it very possible to continue like this, carried along on a stream of light, motion, energy, noise.

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The city was a bracing wind that never stopped blowing, and I was a lone leaf slapped up against the side of a building, a hydrant, a tree. Writing now from her small study in scenic Connecticut, two hours north of the city, she reflects on her choice to leave after — and despite — having attained her teenage dream: My city broke its promise to me, and I to it.

New York will never not be the center of American literature. The sooner we citizens of Elsewhere understand that, the better.

We need to love it, and from the safe distance of not having to pay its rent. We all know that the rent in New York is too damn high. It has been for decades, which is why writers should go to New York the way Muslims go to Mecca. Make pilgrimages. Pay homage, not rent.

Pretty much every recent trend piece about leaving New York includes something about being priced out. But the feeling that New York is the one that got away never fades. For some, the birthright is a license to first-world decadence. It was not. It may be cathartic to see the NYC humblebrag get skewered.