This is the 207th post on this site, which means the previous one was #206.
I was just in Williamsburg having dinner with the same friends who hosted me on their couch a few nights in San Francisco when I was preparing to move back East, and it turned out that my first ever NYC apartment was only a few blocks away. So I wandered over to Bushwick Avenue and took a trip down memory lane.
Technically it wasn't my first apartment, as I had lived on Ten Eyck Street for five weeks previous to signing a lease near the Montrose Avenue station. Even so, it was my first true home as an adult out of college. And when my roommate left after 8 months, it became my first ever home that I had all to myself as a young bachelor in Brooklyn. That only lasted 4 months before I moved up to Queens to join some friends who had just moved to the city, but I'll never forget the experience of freedom in my own place.
A lot of memories flooded my mind as I stared up at the third floor of 206 Bushwick Avenue. Since living there I have learned that there are 206 countries in the world.
I liked having my own gritty dirty apartment where I could do whatever I wanted. Then again, I didn't like the neighborhood after a while, and there was a really annoying evangelist church next door that was always blaring Spanish religious music on the street to get people to come in. And the superintendents dealt drugs and sometimes had fights with people screaming and things crashing and breaking. I also had my first laptop stolen the end of my first month living there. Not to mention the insanity of my 8 month one-on-one experience with a platonic roommate of the opposite sex. And working at that law firm the whole time. And that other woman who found me online just as soon as the first one left, and I eventually fell for.
I learned a lot that year. 2006-07.
I am happier now.
I was just in Williamsburg having dinner with the same friends who hosted me on their couch a few nights in San Francisco when I was preparing to move back East, and it turned out that my first ever NYC apartment was only a few blocks away. So I wandered over to Bushwick Avenue and took a trip down memory lane.
Technically it wasn't my first apartment, as I had lived on Ten Eyck Street for five weeks previous to signing a lease near the Montrose Avenue station. Even so, it was my first true home as an adult out of college. And when my roommate left after 8 months, it became my first ever home that I had all to myself as a young bachelor in Brooklyn. That only lasted 4 months before I moved up to Queens to join some friends who had just moved to the city, but I'll never forget the experience of freedom in my own place.
A lot of memories flooded my mind as I stared up at the third floor of 206 Bushwick Avenue. Since living there I have learned that there are 206 countries in the world.
I liked having my own gritty dirty apartment where I could do whatever I wanted. Then again, I didn't like the neighborhood after a while, and there was a really annoying evangelist church next door that was always blaring Spanish religious music on the street to get people to come in. And the superintendents dealt drugs and sometimes had fights with people screaming and things crashing and breaking. I also had my first laptop stolen the end of my first month living there. Not to mention the insanity of my 8 month one-on-one experience with a platonic roommate of the opposite sex. And working at that law firm the whole time. And that other woman who found me online just as soon as the first one left, and I eventually fell for.
I learned a lot that year. 2006-07.
I am happier now.
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