Breathing Away

I woke up this morning with a new kind of realization about the coming move, that it means not only leaving behind people, but also this city.  I don't take advantage of all the walks and museums, and parks that I could, but knowing that they are there is a somehow comforting.  A person could be thinking in any language, something unrepeatable happening at any moment in any square inch of the city.  It's condensed living, potent and powerful and often overbearing.  And to be able to step away from it, ever so slightly, allows the breath it needs to become wonderful and humane.  Would it be possible to have both?