New York City always seemed perfection itself — the unattainable ideal that you kept pursuing despite a thousand slights and indignities thrown your way by the indifferent metropolis. Now, given some distance, time, and some beach-adjacent housing in L.A., you realize the five boroughs really aren't so mystically vibrant as you made them out to be. In fact, the whole city seems like a subtly malign joke for anyone who's not either very young or very, very rich.
In this respect, NYC is kind of like the over-buxom cheerleader most every guy slavishly bows down to during high school. You check the yearbook ten years later, and you find she was rather more pedestrian looking than you recall — and not even your type anyway.