So last week the boyfriend and I took a trip to his hometown, Brooklyn, New York. We went for personal reasons but being that this was my first time really exploring the city, I took the opportunity to play tourist.
I’d been to New York a couple of times, one when I was a baby. My mom took me on my first plane ride to the Big Apple. My grandmother and other family had been living there for a while, so she was very familiar with traveling there. I wanted to drive of course, but my S/O insisted on a plane. After finding out we would be in NY before 12pm, I was all for it. Mind you, this is my first plane ride as an adult. My nerves didn’t kick in until we got ready to board the plane.
The other time was when I was about 13 years old, I stayed a summer with my sister that had been living in the Bronx and was pretty much confined to that one borough (back then the other boroughs were less gentrified and a lot more dangerous).
Anyway, while we were there, we stayed with my boyfriend’s high school friend in the DUMBO area of Brooklyn. Much different from what I remember (we weren’t allowed as kids to go into Brooklyn alone).
It was a cool 54 degrees when we landed which was much different from the warm temperature in Atlanta so I had to make sure I was ready. FashionNova was having an amazing sale on coats so I ordered two faux fur jackets. I was so excited to wear them.