Is it worse to move to a new town, or to a new location in the same town? (Or four avenues over, as is our case.) I think it might be the latter. I’m totally discombobulated this week. When we went out to eat with friends the other night, husband turned east to walk back to our old apartment, instead of west to go home. I have to remind myself to get off one stop earlier on the F. Do I bother finding a new dry cleaner, nail shop or grocery store, or just hike it back up to 7th avenue to all my old favorites? (As of now, I’m doing a lot of walking up the slope.) It’s like we moved to bizarro Brooklyn.