A few weeks ago, between a morning of goat herding and an afternoon of goat cheesing, I decided to buy a one-way flight from New York City to Seattle on June 15th. This meant that I would only have five days in Brooklyn before heading west for the summer. I knew that I would need time and the freedom to decompress, and the comforts of Seattle would be a good place to plot my next move.
While in New York, I fell completely in love with Brooklyn all over again. I hadn’t really missed it while I was away and, truth be told, had a wee bit of anxiety about returning to the churning, pulsing city life after spending the majority of the past three months on quiet, rural farms. But Brooklyn! Brooklyn is colorful and bold and alive. If baguette is to France as chorizo is to Spain, then Brooklyn is a big bowl of spicy curry. I don’t know if that makes any sense. I guess what I’m trying to say is Brooklyn has flavor. So, after spending some quality time with friends, feeling inspired while browsing a few outdoor markets: two farmers and one flea, catching a screening of the very worthwhile and utterly terrifying Food, Inc., filling up on pulled pork and bourbon at the Big Apple BBQ Block Party, and running in Prospect Park, I bid New York a fond farewell.
I have no idea where I’ll be living or what I’ll be doing in a couple of months and it feels good. I will go wherever the right opportunity arises. Who knows, I might return to Brooklyn this fall to promote the growing organic and local food movement and collect the piece of my heart that I left on Lafayette Avenue.