The hustle and bustle of New York can be difficult for an introvert. Sure there are parks and gardens and nooks and crannies, but there are also people. Lots of people. And you know what? Sometimes you don't want to be around people. After a string of failed attempts at finding solitude in our neighborhood Prospect Park, we decided to take a chance on an unlikely afternoon excursion: a cemetery. Luckily, our neighborhood haunt (pun intended) is the iconic Green-Wood Cemetery - final resting place for Brooklyn's most elite, Basquiat to Vanderbilt. I know what you are thinking: what kind of grown-ass woman hangs out in graveyards like some silly emo goth kid? One with an emo goth kid buried not too deep, for one, but hear me out. We wandered lazily through rolling hills, under sweeping trees and amongst sophisticated and regal architecture. It was, truly, one of the most peaceful and pleasant afternoons I've had in my two years in Brooklyn. Word to the wise: beware of the early closing hours. The husband may or may not have had to hoist me over a very high and very pointy antique fence.
Since then we've also visited Old Burial Hill in Salem, MA - home to Wilmot Redd, Salem Witch Trial victim - where we captured the images below of some of the oldest headstones in the country. Again we found ourselves having a perfectly pleasant afternoon along with a few other couples, runners and neighborhood kids.
And so, I challenge you, embrace your inner emo goth kid and spend an afternoon in a wooded graveyard. I think you'll find you enjoy it more than you think. And who knows, maybe you'll make friends with your neighborhood spooks.