And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street
I was instantly transported to the late 1990’s when I found myself standing on the corner of Mulberry and Bleeker during a visit to New York City a few years ago – the location of my very first apartment in the city – where it all began. It was located on the edge of the hip East Village, down the street from charming Little Italy and across Houston Street from glamorous SoHo. Although it had been over twenty years since I’d lived there and my building had been knocked down leaving a messy construction zone, the feelings came flooding back to me – when I was a scared but optimistic 26-year-old on the cusp of all I hoped my life could be.