A year ago and a world away

 

One of Brooklyn’s many subway entrances.

A year ago, I found myself in Bushwick, Brooklyn.  A month earlier, I packed up everything I accumulated the last three years, moved out of my apartment, and said good bye to the Mitt.  I went from seeing green to seeing skyscrapers.

I never had that Empire state of mind, I didn’t have that urge to take a bite out of the Big Apple.  I was an island girl that had been to a handful of places and up to that point was pretty satisfied travelwise.

NYC just happened and I took it in.

I got used to riding the subway and tried my best not to be tourist-y (I made sure that I did all the tourist-y stuff the first week I got there).  I ate in Chinatown, spent too much time in Union Square, wandered SoHo, and museum hopped.  I spent a good deal underground in the subway.  I met people that I will never meet again, experienced what it was like to be truly lost in a crowd, and see things only people dream about.

I may have just stayed in NYC for the summer, but a part of me will always dream about the city that never sleeps.