The first time I crossed the Brooklyn Bridge it was in the middle seat of a 20-foot U-Haul with my entire world packed into boxes behind me. We were three country folks so focused on navigating through the crowded streets of Lower Manhattan that we missed all of the signs on the Bridge that screamed “ABSOLUTELY NO TRUCKS.” I paid no mind to the chaos on my left and right and instead snapped my first wide-eyed Instagram of the Bridge. Caption reading: “Welcome home.”
The second time I crossed the Brooklyn Bridge I was walking home from my unpaid internship near City Hall with my entire world up in the air. I had moved to New York without any real money saved up, without a job lined up, and without any real plan. I was willing to do whatever it took, but two weeks into this unpaid journalism job, I realized the truth: that the kind of work I just spent five years getting a degree in bored me and depressed me to death. Where was I supposed to go from here? Back home across the Bridge of course, snapping photos of the city lights along the way. Caption reading: “Inspiration is all around.”
I’ve crossed it many times in between, but the most recent time I crossed the Brooklyn Bridge it was with my entire world right next to me, holding my hand. With no other purpose than to shake the remnants of winter from our bones, my wife and I walked the narrow mile-long pedestrian pathway while snapping photos of the skyline and each other. Swapping the Canon back and forth, sometimes we’re just as bad as the group of tourists we zigzag in and out of. Caption reading: “I will carry you."
Sunday. September 6, 2015.
We made it to Athens! At first glance, Athens is a mix of India (crowded, dated buildings with balconies), Italy (brick roads with outdoor cafes), with a touch of Mexico (some dry spots and tiki bars on the beach). Not that I've ever been to any of those places either, just what I imagine them to be like. It's a beautiful blend. Unlike anything I've ever experienced.
We've rented a cute little studio apartment on Airbnb a few blocks behind the Acropolis. Amazing location, but slightly too small for anything more than sleeping and showering. Which is fine—we're in Greece man! Usually we're pretty early risers: sleeping in for us means getting up at 8:30am. Today we (somewhat accidentally) slept until 1:30! Then we spent the whole day/night at the beach with A's friends and family. They all told me this beach is nothing yet compared to what we will experience on the islands. Honestly, at this point anywhere that's not New Jersey or New York I will find amazing.
After being awake 24+ hrs yesterday, crossing through 7 different time zones, and managing to get 5 hours of sleep once we crashed onto our bed in Hoboken, I'm somehow relatively alive back at the office today with not much on my plate. I don't feel like jumping back into reality just quite yet, so let the photo sorting begin!
Surprise: we took way too many pictures these last 16 days—458 on my iPhone, a couple hundred on A's, and 1113 on the Canon DSLR. I was actually a little nervous about how A would feel about my photo taking habits, but by the second week she was stealing the Canon and declaring that it was time for her to have her own.
Without further ado, have a teaser of some behind the scenes photos: