As I grow more accustomed to my surroundings, I’m starting to lose the ‘neighborhood envy’ I found around almost every corner when I first arrived in New York.
It used to be that when I’d first visit a new neighborhood I’d immediately want to live there. The bars would be better, the corner stores would be better and, most certainly, the inhabitants. I wanted to be anywhere but Flatbush.
I must be settling in now, though, getting a better grasp on where I can get to easily and, in the grand scheme of New York, quickly, because I find myself feeling – if not ‘at home’ – at least comfortable – dare I say ‘content’ in Flatbush.
