Most people, if they’re lucky, fall in love at least once in their lifetime. I, for better or worse, have fallen head over heels for a city. It was surely love at first sight but I played hard to get, waiting nearly 25 years after our first meeting to move in and commit. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t keenly feel our quarter-century separation. How did I cope? With a crap load of distracting television, film and music, that’s how. But I went …