I think I took about 100,000 photos over the weekend in New York. I can probably attribute that to the fact that this was one of the first times in a long time that I hit a new city completely solo. It was a strange feeling having that plane land at JFK, Friday morning. Only a measly 1 1/2 hours from home, and I’ve never been such a nervous wreck. Here I thought myself a true world traveler, and I’m freaking out about a little weekend away from the comfort of my neighbourhood.
Once in Brooklyn, The Five Leaves coffee shop was the first place that caught my eye. Actually, it was more of a “the first place I see that sells coffee, I’m crashing,” situation. Sitting at my little table pour un, I felt strange and comforted at the same time, and it wasn’t just the caffeine. Any of these good-looking, hip young patrons could have been freshly plucked from the Trinity Bellwoods catalog except I didn’t know a single soul. The barista here isn’t Anne, and she doesn’t get started on my double shot the moment she spots me from across the street. No, here I am a complete stranger, only my luggage as my date, staring blankly back at me wondering why I brought him all the way here in the first place.
I ramble. I guess if there’s a reason for everything, then here are my reasons. Part 1 of 2.
NYC/ Williamsburg/ Greenpoint Day One