i have always been told that there is a world outside of brooklyn. at the moment, i know very little of that world, having ventured outside of it only a handful of times, the most notable of which is to philadelphia, for college. (un)fortunately for me, west philly (where the fresh prince was born and raised) is probably just a less-famous, less-cool, less-loved version of my beloved borough, so my learning thus far has been limited. still, there is a world outside of brooklyn, though i must admit (to myself, mostly) that everywhere i go will be tainted by my growing up here, and i am doomed to a certain hardheaded pride that all us brooklyn girls have which will never allow us to truly love a place other than brooklyn. yet, on the other hand, it is brooklyn, too, that allows us to see beauty in places where most people see simplicity; cool where most people dirt; attitude where most people see trash.
and so it is with my own limitations in mind that i undertake the writing of this blog, which i cannot pretend i am doing for anyone's benefit other than my own. still, there is something to writing for the world, some hope or desire that someone might stumble upon these words and feel inspired, connected, or touched by them. but the real intention of this is to chronicle my own experiences, thoughts, impressions of, well, life. the brooklyn part is in the title because i figure all of the above are bound to be influenced by it, so why not just come right out and admit it up front? i don't want anyone to have misgivings about my perspective being right or true or fair; it is what it is, and i don't think i can better describe myself, my life, or my way of thinking in any other single word. so that's why the tile of the post is called life AND brooklyn. because it's about life, and brooklyn is kind of like the shadow, the subtitle, the everpresent afterthought.
and so it is with my own limitations in mind that i undertake the writing of this blog, which i cannot pretend i am doing for anyone's benefit other than my own. still, there is something to writing for the world, some hope or desire that someone might stumble upon these words and feel inspired, connected, or touched by them. but the real intention of this is to chronicle my own experiences, thoughts, impressions of, well, life. the brooklyn part is in the title because i figure all of the above are bound to be influenced by it, so why not just come right out and admit it up front? i don't want anyone to have misgivings about my perspective being right or true or fair; it is what it is, and i don't think i can better describe myself, my life, or my way of thinking in any other single word. so that's why the tile of the post is called life AND brooklyn. because it's about life, and brooklyn is kind of like the shadow, the subtitle, the everpresent afterthought.
