In hindsight, I definitely made excuses for where I lived in Brooklyn back in the good ole Belmont East days. As grateful as I was to have the chance to be anywhere near Manhattan, the Church Ave. stop on the F line cannot in any way compete with the prime positioning of my current digs in Little Italy.
I’m within walking distance of the Lower East Side, SoHo, and bunch of trendy spots on Bowery. The fact that I will never be cool enough to actually go to any of those trendy spots has yet to phase me.
What used to be a 50+ minute trek to work is now about 20 minutes. Instead of having one (count ‘em… one) subway line to usher me to my various destinations, now there are five to choose from… including the 6… which always makes me think of old school Jennifer Lopez. (On the 6? Anyone?)
Granted, if I veer too close to Chinatown, this illusion of perfection can sometimes be shattered. Think overly crowded streets. The smell of rotting fish. People spitting randomly. Book your ticket now!
But once you make it to my neck of the woods, you’re golden. There’s a really cute cafe and bakery that makes a mean peach sangria. A host of family-run Italian spots which I currently have trouble distinguishing from one another. And more hipster clothing stores than you can shake a stick at. Which makes me eternally thankful that we have a Target up here.