In what has become an interesting turn in a (short) series of events, I have moved again.
My things: bike, dishes, desk, and books on books on books were boxed up for the third time in a year. They were thrown into boxes, taped up, and transported with care from one dwelling to another to another.
It’s one thing to talk about mobility from city to city. But regular mobility within a city? Holy cow.
Let’s just say, I do not plan on moving again any time soon.
famous last words?
I’ve been told by a few people that in this city, moving around from neighborhood to neighborhood, borough to borough—and quite often—isn’t quite as strange as it might seem in, say, the DMV area.
Needless to say, moving sucks.
MD ➞ Bushwick ➞ Flatbush ➞ Bushwick
My initial move to Bushwick, from Maryland, was one year ago. About six months later, due to personal reasons, I moved out.
I went from a “three” bedroom, shared with two other New School grad students, to a studio in Flatbush shared with no one. The only “company” I regularly had was the drunk-sounding “Haitian Gangster” that roamed the hallways in the building. Other times it was some guy who regularly left his “stuff” in my neighbor’s apartment. Every few days you’d hear him banging, quite hard, on the door and yelling at the apartment dweller. Cursing up a storm. There were also the random door bell ringers at 2 a.m. asking to be let in because they forgot their building keys. There was a lot of that. Oh, and you can’t forget the occasional visit by the cops.
But lest that quick description leads your imagination to wander, it never escalated beyond that.
Flatbush was, compared to Bushwick, a much quieter neighborhood.
Mostly residential, Flatbush reminded me of parts of D.C. and Maryland. A mix between parts of Silver Spring, Md., the area surrounding Meridian Hill Park, and a stretch of 16th Street after Military Road.
It has a very calm atmosphere. Well, at least it feels that way when you’re not walking down Church or Flatbush avenues. Cortelyou was slightly busier than the residential side streets, but not by much. There were quite a few cafes and restaurants that I particularly enjoyed, but in the end, everything just felt “too far.”
Not so in Bushwick. This area, butting up against East Williamsburg on the east, and Ridgewood on the west is much busier. It’s much more lively.
It’s great to be back in this neighborhood.
One year after my initial move to the city, I make my way back to good ol’ Bushwick. One street down from my first apartment, on the opposite end of the Myrtle-Wyckoff/Jefferson stretch.
The late-night blaring of music from the streets. Random corner shops. Businesses with odd hours. Multiple grocery and markets to choose from. A park where I can watch other people’s dogs. Dog shit littering the sidewalks here and there. Rats scampering about the night before trash day. The chaos of biking to and from Manhattan.
It’s all here. And I don’t plan on moving again any time soon.
famous last words?
Good ol’ Bushwick. Full of life on every street.