Sometimes I miss things so intensely, it's hard. It's such a basic human emotion, I realize, but it can be futile, especially if the person or place you're missing ain't ever coming back.
I miss Brooklyn.
But I work there! But I hang out there! But it still EXISTS! Can I still miss it? Well, I do.
Last night after work I headed deeper into Brooklyn with one of my favorite food buddies to Buttermilk Channel for a cocktail and some bacon nuts and other treats; then walked up to Black Mountain (a little gem) and sat by the fire eating truffle-y, mushroom-y mac and cheese and sipping red wine.
It was awesome, because how often do you get to scratch the missing itch like that?