I crossed the Williamsburg Bridge for the first time on August 11, 2017. Earlier that day I had been informed that my father had passed away. The information, along with my fear of heights, almost led to a panic attack as I started across. After I made it Brooklyn, I swore I would never walk across that bridge again.
I broke the vow in the summer of 2018 when I decided to see how long it would take to walk home from work using various routes. Each week, I crossed a different bridge to achieve my goal and by summer's end, I had decided that the graffiti-covered Williamsburg Bridge was my favorite.