I find myself in the midst of my final stages as a resident of the United States East Coast, where I've lived for all but seven years of my four-decade life. The last six, I've spent in the hyperextended suburbs of Boston, Massachusetts. I guess I'm burned out on crabby, crusty, crowded New England; I no longer love that dirty water, and the idea of shipping here makes my skin crawl. When there's no reason to stay, when the reasons to remain are gone and there's nothing to physically or emotionally attach you to a place, best to leave.