Tonight’s my last night in Brooklyn. I’m heading back to PA tomorrow night for my cousin’s wedding, and then driving back up with my Dad in my Mom’s SUV to move my stuff. Next time I sleep in New York, it’ll be at 45th between 8th and 9th. I’ll be moving in with a friend of mine from childhood.
It’d be dishonest to say I didn’t have mixed emotions. I moved to Brooklyn straight out of college. This was my second apartment in Brooklyn; the first didn’t work out so well. (PROTIP: Don’t unilaterally announce you’ll be taking care of your girlfriend’s cat for 8 months and expect your roommates to stick around). This one has been better, thankfully.
I’ve been in my current place for 2 years. I leave this place with a different set of friends, a different job, a different outlook, a (slightly…) different personality… hell, a different life. It’s almost shocking the person I entered this apartment as and the person I leave it as. But a good shock.
I’ve had some crazy experiences in Brooklyn, across the spectrum of human experience. Park Slope, Boerum Hill, Carroll Gardens, Fort Greene, Crown Heights, South Slope… I’ve lived more, and harder, in those areas in the last 2 years than I think I’ve done in my entire life up until then. Maybe I’m being dramatic (and I know I am), but I’ve got some absolutely epic memories of South Brooklyn.
Life goes on, of course. As tempting as it to view life as static, I’m sure my life in Manhattan will be just as amazingly amazing as what it’s been in Brooklyn. I think one adjustment from youth to adulthood is the expectation of how changes will come. During one’s youth, the changes your life goes through are largely mapped out: grade school to middle school, middle school to high school, high school to college. Barring any real tragedies or upsets, the changes in your life come as expected. In adulthood, you really don’t know what changes lay ahead for you until they peak onto your horizon.
So, bring it on, Manhattan.