We're the type of people who prefer to keep a small group of close friends (and a smaller group of enemies). So when three of them announce that they are fleeing the Big Apple it's a crippling blow to our social life. Do you think Oodgie and I want to talk to each other all the time?
Whenever this happens it gets me musing about leaving New York myself. I'm not from here, so I remember what it's like to drive a car and buy groceries in aisles wider than a quark. We have one friend who teases us with real estate listings of affordable houses seven-times the size of our own. But her efforts are completely negated by their location New Jersey. Other friends are scattered around the country in cities that are either too cold, too obnoxious, or too close to my parents. (Check the comments for a rebuttal from my mom in five...four...three...two...one...now!) We still have a handful of (mostly unwed) friends in the city, but for the most part this latest exodus will leave us with five plants and the remnants of Oodgie's mother support group to talk to.
We're not going anywhere anytime soon, though. New York may not be the most affordable city in the world, but it could be worse, and we like it here. Besides, ECG would chain herself to our moving truck if we were to even consider it. And although we're willing to take a trip every once in a while, we're definitely taking local applications for new friends. Racists need not apply.