Philly, I don’t hate you. I like the city. I like the passion the residents have for their hometown, their sports teams, their food. I like the music scene and all of the great museums and culture. You’re okay.
I don’t mind living here. It’s a great place and we have a great life. Sometimes though, I find myself missing my hometown. I miss Brooklyn.
Food? I miss the real deal Caribbean delights.
I miss hanging out with my best friend and sitting in her store window talking to all of the neighbors that stop in.
I miss the beauty amidst the New York grime.
Most of all? I miss the attitude. It’s a Brooklyn state of mind.
(and yes, that’s our actual sign).