For some reason, I had imagined that work would be slow this week and that I would get a million things done in my apartment in the evenings. As it turned out, work has been nuts, friends descended on the city to distract me, and I still have lots to move from Manhattan out to Brooklyn. Hopefully I’ll make a big dent this weekend and I’ll start to feel like the new house is my home.
I’ve slept in the new apartment three nights now, and I love it. There are so many things that I want to do to the apartment. I had forgotten what it feels like to have this whole huge project on the horizon. It’s both exciting and daunting at the same time, and you always imagine you’ll be faster and more diligent with it than you ever are. For now, a good scrubbing in the bathroom and kitchen have been the only steps towards fixing this place up. Baby steps.
I’m also head over heels for the neighborhood. It makes me happy knowing I can take almost any subway to get home. I loved it when I ran into not one but two of my neighborhood friends on my first night in the neighborhood. I like it that it’s quiet on my street and there aren’t any teenage boy prostitutes lurking on the corner (there were droves of them in the West Village.) Most of all, I am just excited to have a new neighborhood to explore. New restaurants and bars to try, new blocks to wander down, a new park to ramble through — new everything.