Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Please Park Me In Park Slope
I blogged earlier in the week about feeling a bit adrift geographically. It's difficult to find your niche, to find a place where you truly belong. Like I said before, there's kind of an East coast destiny hanging over my head, but who knows............
A couple years ago, Ilya was exalting the virtues of Brooklyn and Prospect Park. It sounded like a young, energetic place to live, diverse and exciting. Before Ilya's stories, I really didn't know much about Brooklyn. My grandparents lives in Manhattan and then later at the foot of the George Washington bridge on the New Jersey side. When I was in middle school, my father lived for a while on 72nd and something that skips my mind, on the upper west side. My Aunt and Uncle and cousin lived in Westchester, and my Dad's most fabulous girlfriend, Esther, she lived with her most fabulously thick accent in Jamaica, Queens. So, for most of my life, Brooklyn was an enigma. But then a couple of years ago, everyone moved to Brooklyn, and the stories really began to interest me.
Now Tom and his girlfriend Momoko have moved, they just got an apartment in Park Slope. Tom sent me THIS video of their housewarming party and THIS short article on Park Slope and now I am hooked. It seems, that Park Slope is the Noe Valley equivalent, only in New York, not San Francisco. It is the "family" neighborhood, with kids on stoops, running all over the place. Even better than wonderful Noe Valley, it has gorgeous Prospect Park right there. How perfect a life would be, living in Park Slope and I feel the pull to be there, chatting with my liberal, intellectual Mom friends who have one cherished, token child, and we all go out to eat at some fabulous vegetarian dim sum together.
Sigh......but however exciting and wonderful and diverse life would be in Park Slope, I can't bear to take Noah away from all that he knows and loves. It's so hard.