Since I enjoyed walking over Brooklyn Bridge so much at night the last time, I thought I’d give it a go during daylight too. Full of excitement and positivity, I entered the L train, which took me to Brooklyn. When I got out from the subway station, I was in the middle of nowhere. Panic started to build up inside me, but I commenced walking in the direction my gut told me the bridge was. I’m never trusting that gut again, that’s for sure.

Well, at least I got to see some cool things in Brooklyn on my bridge-finding-quest.

After several hours of walking around in circles like an idiot, looking for the bridge, I finally found it.

YAY!!

Notice how dark it had become when I finally got to the bridge. And the whole point was to see it in daylight. Hah. Story of my life. Anyways.. I managed to go to the wrong bridge, so here I’m on Williamsburg Bridge, which has a strategically placed grid in front of the whole view. I was so upset by my failed trip that I took a taxi home, bought tons of chocolate and went to bed.

FML.

(Just kidding. I love my life).