It won’t feel like it when you’re packing up to leave, but your time in New York will become a thing of myth, through which your suburban friends can vicariously feel more cultured. You’ll categorize that part of your life as wild years, when you did crazy things like eat pizza at sunrise and bagels for dinner. When clubs with unspeakable names pumped you full of music and chemicals. Even though a more typical night might be spent huddled around a space heater with a bowl of ramen hoping one of your friends would spend 45 minutes on a train to come see you, the legend of your New York salad days will, at the very least, make it feel like going back could never quite be the same. Because it wouldn’t be.