Ten years ago today (8/14/13) the US was in the midst of the largest power outage in it’s history and I was wandering back to my apartment in Brooklyn.
After a day spent walking from SoHo across the Brooklyn Bridge with 1000’s of others I was almost back to my own apartment. The trek moved slowly not only due to the distance but the need to stop and partake in the amazing sense of community at various bars/restaurants and pop-up block parties along the way.
I had been in NY for a little over a year and while I felt I was getting the hang of the city it wasn’t until this event that I truly felt at home.
The night concluded with sleeping on the roof of our apartment building (due to the heat). And as I drifted off to sleep listening to the sounds of a neighbor strumming his guitar on the next roof I remember actually being able to see the stars overhead for what felt like the first time in over a year.