It’s weird to think of moving. In addition to my daily routines, there are the clubs I like here, the museums, certain monthly events, hiking spots, a lap pool, my dance and yoga classes, the podcasts of local mini-celebrities. Moving will require another great psychological dismantling.
On the other hand, my connections are to places, events, and hobbies, but not so much to people. I like some of my co-workers and have those few scattered friends who I hang out with every other month or so, but there’s no tight-knit group, best friend, or significant other. Because of that, my feeling is that once I’m done with the job, there’s no particular reason to stay and try to make it work here.