It was coming back that actually made me realize how much I've started of thinking of Brooklyn as home. In the cab on the way to the airport, I was staring out the window, similar to none other than watching Santa Barbara disappear behind me when I left for good. I obviously knew I wasn't leaving for long, but I didn't want to leave the city!! When I was landing back home (I love saying that!) I couldn't resist snapping a few shots. It was a gorgeous day, but keep in mind these were taken through a dirty airplane window :)
When I stepped out of the cab, I felt this huge wave of relaxation. I'm HOME. It really felt good. Of course I was greeted with nasty humidity. Thanks, Brooklyn... Love you too...
It makes me think of this song:
Oh, Brooklyn Brooklyn, take me in
Are you aware the shape I'm in?
My hands they shake, my head it spins
Oh, Brooklyn Brooklyn, take me in <3
Awesome pictures- even if they were through an airplane window! Good song too- and I know exactly how you felt. I felt that way every time I got home from a trip back to California when we lived in Hilo. It's so weird that somewhere without any family or old friends can feel like home, but it def did. I'm so glad you feel that way too!
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