I spend a lot of time in New York City.
I’m still not a New York resident, but I would like to consider myself a semi-resident. In the past year, I’ve probably been to New York City at least twenty times (that’s a low estimate). In my lifetime, I’ve probably been to New York City at least 200 times.
However, I had only been to Brooklyn once.
And that one time was a quick trip to a donut shop, only then to return to Manhattan.
But, I’ve started to explore the boroughs more, mostly because friends now live in these quieter respites that surround Manhattan.
A few weekends ago, I had the chance to explore Brooklyn just a little bit more. I went over the Brooklyn Bridge, I waited for an hour at Grimaldi’s pizza, and I spent some time near the waterfront, watching the ferries and the busyness that exists on the other side of East River. I only got a small slice of Brooklyn in the three days that I was there.
During my time in Brooklyn, I came to a realization. Even though I’ve been to New York City more times than I can count, there is always someplace else that I need to explore.