I am now the thing I swore I’d never become. I’m a Writer Who Lives in Brooklyn.
I live in Bed-Stuy, so it’s not nearly as hipstery. But I live in a really artsy building that is in the part of Bed-Stuy that is smack between Clinton Hill and Williamsburg.
The hipsters are coming! The hipsters are coming!
But it’s a great place. Small, but cozy; a three-bedroom with two lovely people, Jesse and Liz, who run a theater production company together. A patio outside the aparment, roof access, a laundry room, a lounge in the lobby w/a flatscreen TV, cable, & a DVD player (helpful, since the roomies don’t pay for cable), and a huge rec room w/a pool table and a ping-pong table.
After 2 months of getting my job situation together and having no luck finding apartments in my price range, and after two weeks of scrambling and sleepless worrying, and after my mover meeting me at my storage facility at 6:25PM for a 3:00PM appointment, being settled into a place feels really good. I still have a ways to go before I’m thoroughly settled and my room looks presentable. And I think I may feel like a guest for some time, as this is the first time I’ve ever moved in with complete strangers. Not just strangers to me, but strangers who are really good friends with each other and have a routine. I find myself asking permission to do things in the apartment, knowing that I don’t need to ask, because it’s my place, too, but asking anyway.
Still, the situation is perfect for me, and I think I’ll be able to settle into a routine soon enough. And do you know what? Despite being a Queens girl through and through, I might even like Brooklyn!