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Behold, the Williamsburg Bridge: my favorite of all the bridges in NYC. It’s not the prettiest, most famous, or most traversed – but I love it fiercely.
Our love affair began innocently enough.
I feel like a common misconception about NYC is that it’s got ZERO nature. True, the concrete-to-tree ratio is objectively depressing for the outdoor enthusiast, but the city has prioritized going green in recent years: from dedicated bike lanes to the random green spaces scattered about to new pedestrian paths like the High Line and the Manhattan Waterfront Greenway.
In nearly seven years of living in (or in very close proximity to) Williamsburg, I’ve amassed an impressive collection of photos of the prolific street art in this Brooklyn hood. I’ve staged many a photo shoot in front of these colorful works of art, usually with me coercing a friend from out of town to “stand there for just a second” while they strike a goofy or badass pose in front of it.
I’ve spent the entirety of my near-7 years in NYC living in the Williamsburg, Brooklyn area. As a self-proclaimed coffee snob, I can say with assurance that I’ve carefully sampled this neighborhood’s coffee.
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My first job out of college was at an investment bank just outside of NYC.
{I’ll pause here for a minute to let you absorb this ridiculous fact.}
After a few weeks of commuting two hours each way from my parents’ house in Bumblef-ck, CT to my office in Stamford, it was clear my life had been reduced to a (sometimes literal) snoozefest.
I had one full day to explore Chicago before BlogHouse began, and how did I spend it? About as predictably as possible: biking around the waterfront and scoping out the street art in Pilsen, a Mexican neighborhood in the Lower West Side.
I don’t know about you, but the trips I take tend to be planned around one particular thing I’ve been aching to see or do. In the case of my 2012 road trip around the Big Island of Hawaii, the one thing I just HAD to do was the Waimanu Valley hike, on the Muliwai Trail.
As an outdoorsy and jaded New Yorker, I’m quick to cite lack of outdoor adventures as the main reason I should relocate. I just want easy access to beautifully scenic places where I can hike, bike, and frolic to my heart’s content, yannowhatimean?