So I’ve been back in Brooklyn for a little over two weeks now, and so far I’m digging it. I do indeed miss my dishwasher and my doormen, but I’m much fonder of this neighborhood than I think I ever was of Raccoon City. I love my bizarre old-fashioned doorways and my courtyard and the falafel place on the corner. I even like my creakier floors and clankier steam heat. It’s good to be back in my favorite borough.