Since becoming a homeless I was fortunate to have a friend to put me up in central Brooklyn for my remaining days in NY. So now I can say that I have lived in Brooklyn as well. It is something else. I can not put my finger on it exactly. Part of it is location of course and some part may be me missing my bike, my dear old bike. I hope that guy rides you as good as you deserve and that he parks you with a gentle hand.
Butt Brooklyn is different in looks, sounds and smells. The number of yellow cars compared to Manhattan is meager. The noise screen is at least where I stayed is much less invading, sometimes it is almost quite.
The apartment where I had the opportunity to rest my tiered homeless body and mind was also much more of a home than the room I rented these last months. It was quite large and very nice in comparison. I had a some good days before elevating NY and walking down a street in SoHo just yesterday with the yellowing leafs flickering by in a gust of wind over the side walk with two of my friends in a somber mood I felt how I will miss NY. The streets, the looks, the pace. Riding my bike through Midtown in full traffic, taking some zesty thing which name I can obviously not pronounce from a restaurant or street vendor for about half the price it would cost in Sweden, go a block in i different direction and explore something new, have another adventure. That I think I will miss.
Out of experience I also think that I will miss the people I have come to know here even if it was very short and even if we did not yet develop that deep relationship. But I am sure I will feel at loss for those faces and laughs and words and conversations.
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