After living in Manhattan in a closet-sized, pigeon infested, shoebox-esque apartment for the past year, I had an epiphany that I had to act on immediately; I belong in Brooklyn. As soon as my seemingly endless lease expired, I fled over the bridge to Brooklyn Heights. Here, I share with you my experience leaving the Manhattan life and becoming Brooklyn.
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