Brooklyn & Beyond- day two of the City

Growing up in NJ (originally within a block of the Hudson River) I never really understood the appeal of New York. I grew up with the idea that my family all left NY for brighter, bigger, safer, cleaner land. All of my friends (and my husband) see NY through a completely different lens, and I’ve always been jealous that I never knew this side of the city. As I said yesterday, I had an incredible first day in Manhattan, but Brooklyn was calling me. I’ve heard rumors that had me thinking I’d either love it or hate its trendy gentrification. Either way, I had to see for myself and visit the vintage stores I knew were holding dresses that were looking for a home.

We visited a friend at the offices of Etsy, one of my favorite companies in the world, and one of the only offices I’ve ever *really* wanted to go to (Frankie Magazine in Australia is the other). It was so inspiring to be in a place that fosters creativity and fuels a community I belong to. I kind of didn’t want to leave.

Eventually we wound up at the High Line park, hot and humid and sunny, lush green lovelieness. I could have spent all day there. I could have gone back every day to put my feet in the water, nature in industry.

And so ended my time in NY. It wasn’t a place I wanted to move to, but it felt warm and dreamy and like exactly where I was supposed to be. I get it. I want to go back. Now please?


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