Everything is better when we travel. We develop this inextricable connection with a place, with the people, the culture and you happily transport yourself to that mental state where the recurring question in your head becomes, “what took me so long to come here?” For me, it’s embarrassingly painful to admit that it took for Superstorm Sandy to materialize and wreck havoc in the Rockaways to ultimately realize that this neighborhood which I’ve often neglected visiting has underwent a renaissance of sorts since then.