When I first moved to the city, the concept of public transportation was, well, confusing. Instead, I'd throw on my walking shoes and hit the streets. From the Lower East Side to the West Village--east to west, south to north--I'd walk, only stopping to refuel with an iced coffee. I'll never forget my first weekend in the city. I'd stumbled upon the Hell's Kitchen flea market, piecing through fur coats and vintage leather on a beautiful 60 degree day.
Luckily I've since learned the subway system, but spending the weekends walking, exploring the areas I've yet to discover, have become my favorite afternoons. That's what the city is all about: discovery. Discovering the quiet streets in the heart of Greenwich Village, the masses of graffiti on Ludlow Street, tiny used book stores in the East Village, and above all, discovering yourself.