No matter how much I miss Manhattan, there’s one thing Williamsburg offers that wasn’t nearly as fun in Manhattan.

Grocery shopping and deli runs.

Here I am on a misty Saturday afternoon, needing to venture out and buy groceries for the week. I try to hit the neighborhood store at least once a week otherwise I wouldn’t get to it until next weekend. In Manhattan, I could go into a store almost everyday after work as several were located on my walk home. Not in Brooklyn though. or Williamsburg anyways.

So Saturday afternoon, it’s grey and cloudy and wet and there is no motivation to change into normal clothes, yet I manage, with the help of my roommate who’s ready to see me out of my pj’s (finally).

Once out the door, it was so nice. People were casually strolling the streets, heading somewhere or nowhere. It was peaceful and quiet, yet still hip and cool. I passed coffee shops, restaurants, a tea house and empty bars.

Finally inside the grocery store, I notice every cute neighborhoodie must have been making the same trek as I. Or at least thinking the same thing, anyways.

Caught between those narrow aisles, it’s highly likely to bump into someone you wouldn’t mind making dinner for you. And the random checkouts at the checkout line. Or the quiet knowing that this sexy guy with the six pack (of beer anyways) lives somewhere in the area.

Even for a dreary and rainy Saturday afternoon, I realize you can still find some simple joys living in W’Burg, even if it is on Aisle 6 of the grocery store.