A Moving Day and a Homecoming
After a melodrama-filled departure from Fort Greene three years ago to move in with S. Jam Fitzgerald, the strange pull of the universe has us moving back to the neighborhood tomorrow. What’s more, the perfect apartment that we found and that I haven’t stopped obsessing over since we signed the lease happens to be directly across the street from the one I lived in for eight years. This has its conveniences—I already know my new zip code, for example, and probably the dry cleaner still has my phone number in its system. It also has its drawbacks—I was looking forward to exploring a new area.
But our apartment search led me to explore new areas enough to understand that of all the Brownstone Brooklyn neighborhoods, Fort Greene remains my favorite, for its relative diversity, mostly, and for all those train lines. It retains a cosmopolitan patina that other areas nearby can sometimes seem to lack these days.
Which is great, and I’m excited about that, but not nearly as excited as I am about our working fireplace. In order to see me at all this winter, you’ll probably have to come sit with me on the floor in front of it, and we’ll talk about dreamy things at hot beaches.
Above you’ll see some shenanigans in Fort Greene Park from the 19th century.