New York 💞 I’ve decided to spend a few days in Brooklyn and NYC this coming week.
My dad was born in Brooklyn and he lived / worked in Manhattan for a few years in his 20s — ever since a trip I took with him 10 years ago (his first time back in the city since the early 1970s) my visits to NYC have felt connected with part of his history there; I remember dad commenting on how many things were still the same as he remembered, and how few things had changed.
After he passed away two years ago, any time I’ve spent in NYC has been even more special. I nearly skipped this extension to my family visit as the money ought to be going elsewhere, but in the end, I’d rather see a few friends and wander streets he might have walked down when he was more than 10 years younger than I am now.
I love that I don’t have to try too hard to imagine what most of it looked like back then. Miss you, pop.