Have you ever come across such mixed emotions about our strange ciTy? When we're around, we can hate it; when we're away, we crave for it. We take root wherever we lay our hats, and from there we long for homecoming. Not really knowing what it is that we miss. So we say it's the weather, the nightlife, the social fabric, the people, the culture, and when we run out of valid explanations, we say it's "the vibe" that we miss the most. We yearn to return, to visit, and sooner than later we can’t wait to leave. On our way out, we are happy to go but sad to depart. We love it and we hate it. We can’t live with it, and can’t live without it. Our ability to relocate, fit, mesh, and outshine, has always been a mystery to me. Are we compelled to adapt faster out of necessity, wit, and geopolitical circumstances? Or could it be that we learned to grow our roots above surface and our anchors are simply turned inward? Hence, we simply take our roots elsewhere. This is where we come from. This is where we belong.