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December 2, 2007
I thought being back in the City would be a relief, but it wasn’t. It was like running into your ex and discovering that he is now a millionaire, dating a supermodel, and looks ten years younger than you do, while you remain tragically unloved and underemployed. “Got to go,” he’d say cheerfully. “The limo’s waiting. Great to catch up!” and he’d be swept away in a cloud of wealth, leaving you alone on the sad grey pavement. The City didn’t miss me, doesn’t care that I’m back or that it is now a luxury I can no longer afford.