After a week of schlepping and haggling, C. and I emptied our flat, loaded our belongings, and pointed a rental truck west. As we bounced along the George Washington Bridge, I had the freefalling sensation of being ejected from the city, of being spat out of a whirlwind. There are no tolls to enter New Jersey, and there’s a proverb here: it costs money to get into New York City, but it’s always free to leave.