Sometimes you just have to step back and let the city tell its own stories.
New York City: Photogenic
Prospect Park
Epilogue
Epilogue: For the first time in my adult life, I didn’t have a goal. I wanted a lasting relationship, a reason to stay, a purpose for a life in Brooklyn.
Six More Months in New York City
The last day of February means one thing: Six months until I move. That's what this date has meant for most of my adult life. I thought I would be sticking around longer, but it turns out that the siren call of the road is just too enticing. Even New York City couldn't silence it. … Continue reading Six More Months in New York City
