Identity Crisis

When you are on the verge of changing cities, as in shifting your base, what comes to your mind immediately??

I say the fear of losing the previous loved ones?
Or the joy of entering a completely new dialogue of people, roads, buses, hawkers..
Food..
The new summer, or the winter, new breakfast, and the new beggars lining up your daily monotony..
We will be next defined by this new city, that we then belong to it...
Or do we not??
Is the dilemma of choosing what color to wear only subjected to our minds? or we choose our looks based on where we are living??

The way we talk, for that matter?? 
How difficult is it, for us to change our lives?? Or its only the city changing??

"We define the place we live in.. City defined by its people"
Or the language? And food? and the colors of our bags and cars??

Or the beggars??