Park Slope, ho!

I'm up at 6am. My mind is racing with logistics and decorating ideas. When I lived in Manhattan, Park Slope was where wealthy faux-bohemian white liberals lived. Now I'm one of them, though I'm a faux-wealthy, non-bohemian, white Jewish middle-aged liberal. The apartment is grimy, a little dingy (dingey? it's not a small boat. that would be "dinghy," i think. like I said, it's 6am).

I'm not even a block from Prospect Park. It's a beautiful park. Very manageable as parks go, unlike Central Park which is like a patchwork of small countries. It's trying too hard to be something to everyone. Yesterday on my way to and from meeting my new landlord I walked through the park. I saw a mom's exercise class next to a playground for toddlers only, adorable!; men speeding around on zillion dollar bikes; rollerbladers (still?); dog walkers, that will be me. It all made me so happy!

There's a lot of work that has to be done to the apartment. I will not live with dirt and grime. I'm not a broke grad student. But I'll make it happen. I'll make it lovely.

My new apartment (windows lower left):