Back in 2006 we moved from Austin, Texas to New York City. After almost seven years of living in Dumbo, Brooklyn, a neighborhood of Belgian block streets, 19th century warehouses, and coal-fired pizzerias, we decided to move back to Austin.
I miss walking to work via the Brooklyn Bridge, as I did for a year and a half, thinking of Walt Whitman's poem about his own commute across that river, before the bridge had been built:
A hundred years hence, or ever so many hundred years hence, others will see them,
Will enjoy the sunset, the pouring in of the flood-tide,
the falling back to the sea of the ebb-tide.