From Taxi, Get me outta here:

Still, as satisfying as it may appear to reject the most powerful, glamorous place in the world (before it rejects you), it can also feel like a cataclysmic decision. After all, in the collective imagination of people from a certain class background and/or a certain educational level, New York is where you’re supposed to make it.

I felt that way about leaving New York, too. I’m interesting in reading the new Meghan Daum book reviewed in the above article…her first one totally resonated with me during my time in New York.

Not staying in New York was a good decision for me. I have enough of a crippling inferiority complex about the fact that I haven’t written that book yet, that I don’t have a regular column in a sassy alternative newsweekly yet, that I’m not freelancing for edgy magazines any more, etc. Being in New York would turn me into an emotional cripple. Even LA is too trend-setty cutting edge hipster for me. But New York City would have made me even more judgemental, impatient, and self-loathing than I already am. Not needed.

All hail Meghan Daum and her move to Lincoln, Nebraska.