Everything about it in winter time is romantic. I dont even know what that really means, i just know its true. The sound of ice crunching under my shoes on the sidewalk is romantic. The endless jungles of bricks and limestone and broken pavement are romantic. The culture is romantic. Eastern parkway and its endless stretch of brick road and snowy topped trees is fucking romantic. Seeing the city sparkeling behind me as i ride in a taxi over the Manhattan bridge into BK is romantic. No! fuck that- its zexy. Erotic even. Ya, even that broken window that is patched up with duck tape and a trash bag is romantic.
But enough of me attempting to be poetic. Lets get down and dirty and talk about current events.
First things first- CROWN HEIGHTS. I live in this amazing part of brooklyn called crown heights. It is considered to be in the south eastern part of Brooklyn. about 2 miles away from the island and parallel with the manhattan bridge. Its streets consist of a mixture between blacks and hasidic jews. (sorry political correctness, i just cant be you right now) I litteraly live at the deviding point btw the two on a street called Union. To the right of my bld is the million dollar jewish mansions and to the left of me is the, well, ghettoness?
But theres something different about this type of ghetto. Its a friendly ghetto. Its the type of ghetto where when im walking down the street with my blonde curly hair and hammitt bag nobody thinks twice. nobody snickers or stares and calls me little white girl. Im sorry, i have to be honest...but i am not used to this. I am used to feeling like an outcast in this type of setting. I think they see me and just thing, "oh no big deal just another dumb white bitch moving in to my hood. Were used to it" Lucky for me it might also be due to the fact that they probably think im just another hasidic woman walking home to my husband with his top hat and my children with their sideburn curls.
Its almost like poetry walking in my neighborhood. It is a beautiful beautiful area. All of the buildings are brownstones and all of the businesses are small and family owned. It is drenched in the scent of fried chicken and laundry soap, and covered with yellow glowing lamp posts and dead winter trees. Its perfect. absolutely perfect.
So what if it takes me 30 minutes to get to manhattan on the 5 train? No matter if i heard 7 gun shots the other night. And who cares if nobody bothers to shovle the snow off of the sidewalks? i wouldnt have it any other way. My rent is cheap and my neighbors are friendly...thats all a girl could ask for really.
Oh? what? who is the "cashman"? you ask? Lets see, how do i describe this? Hes a little boy named curtis that tags the entire neighborhood (including the door to our bldg) with a crown and dollar signs. No, not red man or method man or even super man...CASH MAN. The mysterious little gangster that could.
There are times when i miss Los Angeles. LA has its own type of mexican beachy romance as well. A feeling of warmth and nostalgia that i cant even put into words. Friends that i couldnt find anywhere else. Sunlight and salty air that is borderline orgasmic. But i feel that i have truly found my home for the next, i dont know, while? Brooklyn is home to me. At least until i get my next hairbrained idea and decide to move to Jackson Mississippi and spend a year on the river of course. wink>
Times were rough for a while. I spent a good week in bed crying and feeling sorry for myself. So depressed i couldnt even bare the thought of looking for another job. My hours were cut and i had lost a good deal of money going home to cali for christmas. My phone was turned off and ididnt even have money to ride the subay. I was lonely and sad and wanted so badly to just to move home.
I am happy to say however, that things have looked up. I now have abut seven random jobs that are semi paying my bills, and i am able to afford groceries again. Thanks to endless posi vibes I truly feel that things are turning around. My internship is going to start paying me, My restaurant is busy as ever, Steph Hammit has me running errands and getting paid for it, I might be a coat check girl at my friends bar, and i got paid 300 bucks for the photoshoot i did last week. Nothing too drastic, but just enough to keep up the good fight and make me realize that even when i find myself in times of trouble somehow everything works out. I have truly realzed that every little thing, is gunna be alright.
Who could be sad when everyone and everything in life is so beautiful. I dont need no diamond rings. All i need is my jacket and a magical wonderful wintery walk down a snowy path in brooklyn. mmmm. yezzszz
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