Currently in the same position I found myself in about a year ago: unemployed. There’s been minimal room for moping around and optimal time spent figuring out exactly what it is I want to do with my life. Without dwelling too much into the nitty gritty – if you know of a cool digital gig, hit your girl up.
Besides the obvious here (my current state of excessive job hunting) – my newfound free time has allowed me to explore my new neighborhood. Yes, it’s true. The middle-bird has flocked the nest and landed in the distant territory known as Brooklyn and I’ve been a resident for about a month or so.
There’s been impressively good weather this past week. Considering the chaotic shitstorm that mother nature subjected us to for the past few months, it’s nice to see her giving us all a solid favor with the 60+ degrees and sun. That being the case, I’ve been trying my best to not confine myself to the potential doldrums which excessive amounts of time in my apartment would create.
Early this week I opted to take a two hour sanity break. Being new to the area, it felt best to use this time towards urban exploration. Part of the process included a stroll down the Eastern Parkway and the ultimate quest – actually stepping foot in Prospect Park. Boy did she not upset. That place is simply beautiful. I am, of course, relatively biased in this observation seeing as my ideal dream land is similar to the that in the opening sequence in The Sound of Music (best version I could find…) and the Long Meadow. I found myself completely overcome with excitement at the sight of an open, sprawling, hilly lawn, surrounded by trees sprinkled with newly minted foliage. This quickly led to me collapsing to the ground in joy and 20 or so minutes of breathing in the fresh autumnal air.
Alas, there wasn’t enough time to devote to proper photography of my new favorite place on the planet or to explore the park further, as I had to return home to the ultimate hunt – finding a job.