Leaving New York City

The apartment was on the river in Queens - just one subway stop from Manhattan.  I moved there my second year in New York, and eighteen months later, I broke the lease, sold my furniture, and moved my remaining things into storage.

I had chosen to leave the job I hated, which meant I could no longer afford the apartment.  I wasn't sure what I wanted or where I would find it.  All I knew was that I wanted to write, and I didn't want to spent one more day doing work I hated.  So I left my apartment, and I left the city - uncertain whether I would return.