Big Apple anyone?

The idea of New York living has been crossing my mind now for several weeks. And while I have officially decided to 'do the damn thing' and relocate there next year, i do (occasionally) wonder what I will be leaving behind. Maybe who I'll be leaving behind?? I've made my life here, a home grown Cali girl, fresh from the land. LA and OC have always been my haven and I feel incredibly comfortable. Safe. Secure. Even with my family across the country...this is home. But I have this irking feeling that there is something there in New York for me...waiting and longing for me to come. Between the lights of Manhattan and the streets of Brooklyn, I can see myself there: writing, living, discovering 'me' where I never thought I could. Where I've never actually been. Where my home has never been. Ever. But where I strangely feel I belong. Its weird, even strange, to have SUCH a feeling to want to be somewhere that you actually plan to move there. You see, Ive already mentally changed my address: changing my car lease, speaking to my college professors to take the right classes and transfer them to the East coast, and looking for preferred areas to live. So with ALL this in mind, you would wonder why this small doubt I have, this minute hesitation of the smallest proportions would be bothering me?And I cant quite place it...but i think the one from my past is tugging at my heart...still...and it hurts.