The Brooklyn Bridge

Yesterday I had one of those emotionally exhausting days where nothing really goes wrong but everything just kind of feels wrong, you know? In other words, I'm a 27-year-old girl. Anyway, after work I wanted to do something to cheer myself up, plus I had taken a shower AND washed my hair and that's really not something to be squandered by staying in and watching bad tv on my laptop.

So, I took the subway to Brooklyn Heights and walked over the Brooklyn Bridge. And then I walked back. I've walked it once before, on a super hot day one July, and it was amazing, but super crowded. Last night, however, true to my observations of New York winter, it was pretty empty.

I started at the very beginning — like Dorothy beginning her journey on the Yellow Brick road. There are a few different entrances along the route, but I like being able to say I walked the entire thing.

It's so beautiful and every time I looked up and saw a new, amazing view, I couldn't help but smile like a giddy little kid.

Also, it should be no surprise that I can't even think about the Brooklyn Bridge without thinking about Sophie's Choice, although I've never been bold enough to hang from a lamppost — or bring a bottle of champagne.

I would still like to walk the Manhattan Bridge for its amazing views, but there's something about the Brooklyn Bridge that will always be magic to me. When I got home, a friend of mine had commented on a picture I had posted from my walk, and said "Your life rules." It was a totally nice thing to say and it made me realize that not only am I doing Facebook right (i.e. presenting my life as flawless and exciting) but that he's kind of right. My life totally rules.