My First Love: My Ode to Brooklyn

I am a New Yorker. Take that with a grain of salt because many would disagree and would not label me as true New Yorker. It’s true, I was not born there and I did not spend a lifetime there but once a New Yorker, always a New Yorker. I was lucky enough to experience Brooklyn. What I like to think of as old school Brooklyn. The years I spent there were some of the best of my entire 30 (almost) years of my life and even now, all these years later, I still feel like a jilted ex. I fell in love with a place so incredible and our time together was crudely and abruptly cut short.

Brooklyn has the audacious power to captivate even those that are merely passing through. With it’s scintillating smells and tantalizing visual appeal , Brooklyn is like a sassy woman. She grabs hold of you and intoxicates your senses and manipulates your mind. Once she has her grip on you, she does not let go. From the second your foot hits the pavement, you are distracted by the boisterous accents and array of people. There is something to see on every corner and there is never a dull moment; from the children laughing merrily on on one of the many playgrounds, to the graffitied street signs, there is always something to see in Brooklyn. On hot summer days, you can see all the children from the block splashing through the water streaming from the fire hydrant. Their shrieks of laughter are only paused by the high pitched song of the approaching ice cream truck. The memory of days like these are imprinted in my head and returning to them is always like revisiting a well read book. Brooklyn is familiar, she’s home. She nestled me in her bosom and welcomed me in a way that is indescribable….she cared for me, nurtured me. On my bad days, she was there for me in a way that made me feel so secure and protected. In short, I loved her. Brooklyn will always be my my first love and because of her, I will always turn my nose up at any kind of pizza that didn’t come from a small shop on 5th ave. I will always emphasize the “cough” in the coffee. I will always be from Brooklyn.

Until next time, keep smiling

 

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