Hear hear! 19 years in NYC. Wife &#x27;forced&#x27; me to move to the burbs, but having tasted what life can be like you&#x27;d need to drag me back kicking and screaming to <i>ever</i> live there again. I laugh at those we left behind, who sincerely inquire &quot;but don&#x27;t you miss NYC?&quot;. Nope. Not one bit. Meet up in the park (because no back yard)? Join you for dinner at restaurant X (because no dining room)? Ha!<p>Quality of life has improved tremendously. Family life: more activities together, fewer dinners outside because we had to escape the small confines of our 900 sqft 2Bd apartment. Social life: we actually have enough room to have friends over… and they come. BBQs in the back yard. Potluck dinners with the neighbors and their 3 kids. Friends who stick around, not friends who leave because they can&#x27;t keep up with the rent increase&#x2F;job loss. Kids all go to the same school, no need for private schools, no competition for &quot;magnet schools&quot;. No tiger parents.<p>Whenever we feel the need, less and less, we get a hotel room in NYC, go out to dinner in those &quot;hot little joints&quot; (mostly overrated, cronuts anyone?). Pure heaven, a 45min drive from the &#x27;hustle and bustle&#x27;. Now if you&#x27;ll excuse me, I have to go mow my lawn and stare at the piliated woodpecker.