On Two Years in Rockaway and the Best-Ever New Year’s Eve
(I borrowed photos from Mic and Merna for this post)
As you know, a couple years ago my boyfriend and I rented an apartment in Rockaway, where we would be close to the ocean and have an escape from the city, where we also have an apartment. We’ve been here long enough now, in our floor-through apartment in a hundred-year-old house from which we interact with the ocean in silly ways, to have a general understanding of the social currents on this urban barrier island. Part and parcel to this understanding: There is a troop that has amassed in Rockaway; to call it a community might in fact be appropriate, but offends my distaste for the overwrought sentiment and forced fondness and phrases like “peace and love” that I associate with that word.