In my mid-20s, the streets of Manhattan served as the backdrop for adventures to dive bars and late-night restaurant runs. But since then, the borough has transformed for me into a vastly different playground, one more suited to strollers and early bedtimes than 2 AM bodega runs.
After years away (and a move to Denmark), I’ve returned to New York on multiple occasions — not as a resident, but as a tourist, with my baby and Danish husband in tow. The once-familiar city seemed almost completely new when we began looking at it through a family-friendly lens, navigating its bustling avenues and quiet corners as a small family of three.