8 Hours in New York: Breakfast & Broadway

For a while, it was kind of weird to think of New York as a dream travel destination because for four years it was just… so accessible. Sort of the way it’s easy to forget DC’s international appeal now. When a place is at your fingertips, you take it for granted.

But now, instead of popping into ~the city~ for an afternoon on a whim once or twice a month, I only get there a few times a year. And the distance has started to restore a little of the excitement of a visit. And it’s cast me much more decisively in the tourist role. As much as college-me liked to play at being a New Yorker, my relationship with the city was always one of an outsider—but being a proper out-of-towner somehow seems to confer a less contentious outsider status than being a suburban asshole traipsing in on the Long Island Railroad.

But I still like to play at being a New Yorker, just as I like to play at being a Londoner, so even though the bulk of my day was to be spent around Times Square, the first thing I did after arriving was hop on the uptown 1 to meet my friend for breakfast in her neighborhood. Continue reading “8 Hours in New York: Breakfast & Broadway”

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25 Minutes in Brooklyn

My best defense against people who accuse me of being a huge hipster d-bag is the fact that I’ve spent all of maybe four of the 187,564 hours I’ve been alive (yes, I did just look that up specifically for this purpose) in Brooklyn. I’m a plebe who just likes wandering around the Met and tracking down Wafels & Dinges and stuff when I go into the city. But last Friday I was feeling at least sort of adventurous and ventured to Brooklyn for a few minutes by way of the Brooklyn Bridge. This sounds super corny until you find out that although I’m a lifelong resident of New York State and a three-year temporary occupant of the tri-state area, that was my first time crossing that bridge.

Maybe it’s still super corny.

Who am I kidding, it was totally corny, but it also lived up to the massive hype, and it got one more thing on my senior year bucket list accomplished. Continue reading “25 Minutes in Brooklyn”