So I've finally experienced a rite of passage that makes me feel like a true Bostonian. I've moved to New York. I did it for the same reason I moved to Boston: for a chick. Back then, Megan was my girlfriend; today she's my wife. Back then, she was a temp; today she's a bigwig. Back then, her company was housed in a brownstone on Beacon Hill; today, it's been "consolidated" into the Time-Life building in midtown Manhattan. In the interest of keeping the two of us consolidated, I have agreed to give New York a shot. It was a tougher decision for me than for all those "here today, gone to New York tomorrow" types I met during my 16 years in Boston. What can I say? I liked it there.Full Story