However far away, I will always love you. However long I stay, I will always love you. Whatever words I say, I will always love you.
The end of the world is almost here and I had a homesick feeling.
Missing Brooklyn, I founded two articles at Brooklyn Magazine about the borough and this Brooklyn coffee cup in a friend coworking space.
I just realized how much I miss Brooklyn… Walking by Bed Stuy, riding the Williamsburg Bridge, having a coffe at El Beit or Konditori Park Slope, buying at the Coop, seating at the stoop home, at the bench, running by Fort Green Park, stopping at Hicks Street, walking in Dumbo, hanging out in the borough, hanging out at the Brooklyn Flea with my friends, brooklynites or just walking by the borough…
Even If you hate or you love Brooklyn, I highly recommend you to read both articles in the next order:
Kristin Iversen last point is
“I mean, maybe. (…) But I would miss the shit out of Brooklyn. I would miss the fact that it feels like you’re entering another world every time you move an extra stop on the Q. I would miss the variety in food, language, architecture, and people that you get here more than almost anywhere else on the planet. I would miss the fact that Brooklyn is always changing, but it hasn’t undergone a massive Manhattan-ification yet, and I hope it never will. I would miss so much about being here in a way that makes me know that I fucking love the place. And not because it’s perfect. You can only love something for its perfection if you are blind or an idiot. No, I love Brooklyn because it is messy and kind of gross and fun and because I know it. The more I know it, the happier I am to call it home.”
Well, Would I Really Want to Live Anywhere Else?
– No. not me. I do love Brooklyn.
The more I know it, the happier I am to call it home.
Brooklyn, I love you.