As the weather freezes us out of our dresses and into three layers of leggings, I can't help but reminisce about the warmer days.
What a brilliant time I had in that first summer living in the city. Outdoor concerts, picnicking in Central Park, leaving all the windows open to hear the Mariachi music, two months of outrageous heat before caving and buying a window unit, barbecues in backyards...
The buzz of autumn was addicting as the air crisped and sunshine still lasted beyond the workday. It was a welcomed shift from the scalding summer. I remember my walk to the train, now blistery and seemingly five blocks farther away, and how it felt like uncharted ground as the city changed color. My neighborhood transformed and the day-to-day discovery was thrilling.
Unfamiliar happenings continued with the onslaught of winter. We had our first big snow — the most snow I've ever seen — the week before Christmas. Linked arm-in-arm with Mag so as not to slip in my ill-prepared footwear (and looking like adorable old women), we realized why the change in seasons has made us love Brooklyn even more.
With every change in season, other facets of the city emerge. New smells, nuances and hurdles make us feel that much more knowledgable and that much more at home.
The permanence of Brooklyn feels both unsettling and cozy. Time constraints — four years in college, a semester abroad — make everything feel temporary and trivial. I have no end date to my life here. I have nothing stopping me from living in New York forever or moving next month. Life is finally starting to feel real in both fantastic and complicated ways.
But for now, I’m letting go the weight of the future and holding onto the sunshine.
**The ever-lovely Sarah Jordan (no not all Tennesseans have two names) is celebrating a birthday this weekend, which will no doubt provide wonderful stories and photos.