I love williamsburg. So so much. I can’t even tell anymore how much it is actually williamsburg that I love, or the fact that it’s been my home for 4 years, and it’s where my stuff is. Mayhaps equal parts? But I love the weird smells and walking to get things and one million iced coffee options and hasidics and puerto ricans and new and old restaurants and bikes. LOVE. I venture to say that I could live here forever, given that I have some sort of occasional escape vehicle and destination.