This month marked the five-year anniversary of Iron Frau and me living in Brooklyn together. A summer sublet in Prospect-Lefferts Garden, a horrid 1-month roomshare in Fort Greene with a pregnant woman, two years of semi-dangerous living in a Bed-Stuy duplex, and then nearly three years back in Lefferts Garden in a lightless railroad apartment.
There is a lot that I like about Brooklyn. Still like about Brooklyn, despite moving on to brighter ventures in Pennsylvania. Brooklyn would be the perfect city for us if it weren’t Manhattan-adjacent. However, because of New York City’s cult status, Brooklyn is unaffordable: even in its uncool neighborhoods.
This upcoming move is one of many mixed emotions, clearly. There have been good times and bad, but all of it has been living beyond our means and making due with disappointments. We have survived here, but after surviving we want to start living.