Choosing my own adventure

Hello. I used to write a blog called One Year in New York City. I wrote it because while living in Manhattan, I kept having these experiences that made me go, "You know, I really should write about what happened today." The blog was meant to last exactly one year, because I had one year left on my rental lease, and I thought I'd be moving to New Jersey when the lease expired. It was so "high concept." As it turned out, I stopped updating the blog eleven months into it, and ended up living in Manhattan for another two years. So much for high concept.

Now, at this very moment, I'm writing at my desk in my new apartment in Brooklyn. There is no impending lease expiration to motivate me; the only reason this blog is called One Year in Brooklyn is because I'm too lazy to come up with anything better. But laziness is the enemy of the New York blogger. You can't stop writing because you're tired, or because you just don't feel like it, because this city moves fast and things happen — all kinds of cool, funny, bizarre things. The best thing about keeping a New York blog was how the city opened itself up to me when I went out in search of things to write about. I learned more about Manhattan in those eleven months than I did in my entire life before then.

Brooklyn is a new place for me still; I moved in just four weeks ago. But maybe because I write this blog, it will open itself up to me as well. This is the adventure I've chosen. I hope you'll choose to come along.