I am infatuated with Brooklyn, and more specifically, addicted to the Slope. I really love my neighborhood. I went running in Prospect Park this morning at 6 a.m., even. And I think that Manhattanites who snub Brooklyn out of some misguided sense of fabulosity... well, they just don't know what they're missing. Anyway, isn't it sad when you deprive yourself just to project an image?
My desire to share the beauty and perfection of the borough of Kings has been tempered, however, by a fear that once everyone figured out how great it is, it would get overcrowded or too expensive or etcetera, etcetera. You know that New York tragedy. And now it's happening, of course, but I will keep my chin up and just spend more time in the park, while I wait for the inevitable crash.
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God I love the ocean as well; it's the one thing the Slope is missing. But there is a lake in the park...
When I first moved to New York, I used to go sailing with a friend who had a boat on the Sound. I like sailing fine, but it was really just an excuse to sit on the pier afterwards and stare out at the expanse of blue.
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