Walking Heals a Heavy Heart

Or at least it's what I'm finding to be true over these past couple weeks as I feel my way through the demise of a three and a half year relationship. It was amicable, and for all the right reasons...but that doesn't mean there aren't still days when I feel like I've been punched in the stomach and had the wind knocked out of me. Even when you know it was the right thing to do, it's still hard to let go of the warm and familiar and cozy that you just got used to having around.

But there has been a lot of good from it, mainly my newfound passion for walking around Brooklyn and exploring the awesomeness that surrounds me. It is the ultimate remedy to that stomach-punch feeling, and reminds me of all the promise and potential and life that is right outside my door, and how blissed-out happy I am to be here. Brooklyn is healing my heart.

A shot of Lady Liberty in the distance, taken on the 4th of July.

Peeking through the trees to see the lower Manhattan skyline. I love these glimpses of the city that can be seen as you stroll through the streets of Brooklyn Heights.

This ice cream truck is always here...a Brooklyn Promenade staple.

I love this pop of color on an otherwise neutral-colored street. I might need to coordinate a handbag photo shoot over here sometime...

So true, so true.

An alley-turned-secret garden pathway - a neat little discovery on my wanderings.

When I see a cool door I can't resist snapping a pic...

A couple views of downtown BK Heights.

And so, my heart feels a bit lighter. Expect more "healing" pics in the weeks to come.