issue #29: brooklyn, baby.

And why we moved back to have ours.

When I started telling friends and family that we planned to move back to Brooklyn from upstate New York to have our daughter, I was met with equal parts bewilderment and confusion. Wasn’t I doing the opposite of what most families do? Why would we leave our house with a yard for, well, not that? Don’t you want her to have space to run around and play?

But it was a no brainer for me.

I’ll be honest, the move upstate wasn’t exactly my idea. My partner (now husband, AJ) and I had been going back and forth to the Catskills pretty much since the day we met, in February of 2020. We found solace in the space during the prime days of Covid, in which we were navigating the early stages of our relationship while facing an empty, quiet, eerie city and a studio apartment that we (mostly) quarantined together at. If you were here during that time, you know the strangeness. A quiet New York City is like nothing else in the world, ominous and frightening. I would walk back and forth between his…