Torn Between Two Cities?

So most people know that I've moved to New York back a while ago, but I flew back to Paris on thanksgiving day and will be here for the next three weeks or so. As I went out today and saw some of my old friends, I realized then that this is my true home, no matter how much I try to deny it.

It feels like a dream, or being in a classic movie, whenever I walk through these streets. There's always that same old feeling of being in your hometown when you come back to visit after a certain period of time. Though you see that the city's the same; the people change. Sometimes for the better, others for the worse. In my case, I think it's a bit of both...

What shocks me is that the atmosphere is very different from the one in New York City. Over there, I feel like I'm somewhere with nothing to discover, apart from some good neighborhoods and new places to hang out, and the streets are almost all the same. Though the people there are also different, it's as if the French (Parisians in this case) are more like... "followers", and try to fit in with the latest trend that they know about. Teenagers grow up really fast sometimes; and those who don't are considered to be outsiders and should be left alone doing their own thing... whereas in NYC I feel more comfortable doing my own thing and not having to look at people do stuff I wouldn't normally think about, and feel pressured by it. Yet, this is the place I grew up in for ten years...

I don't really know what to do. I'm supposed to see one friend that I haven't seen in two years and I know she's changed but she's kind of like me, in a sense, and not like my other friends at all (not from school but from the skating rink where we used to ice skate for a few years); so I hope things will be alright.

It makes me wonder whether I should have moved or not...