I love exploring new neighborhoods of places I already know well. We spent the day in Fort Green, Brooklyn last weekend enjoying the Saturday flee market and strolling around. Fort Green is one of those places that makes me think of what I like to call “my many alternative lives.” When I visit somewhere new I always try to imagine what it would be like to live there, and here I imagine life would be splendid. A casual historic neighborhood, calm but not far from the city, with beautiful wooded parks, friendly families with smiles on their faces, and no shortage of charming shops or cafes. I get so caught up in my Parisian path through life. Then I suddenly find myself back home in the states dreaming of putting it all up for sale, gathering what’s left of it and going back to some version of where I came from. It’s a funny paradox making your dreams come true abroad, committing whole heartedly to them, and then stumbling upon new dreams altogether in corners of New York boroughs you never knew existed. Who knows, maybe someday I’ll marry a nice man and raise kids here, and be nearer again to my beautiful sister. Just a bit of coming of age rambling. I’m back in Paris now dealing with the reality of winter that has set in, not for long though as I leave for another adventure to somewhere far away I have never been before on Friday. I am starting to wonder if all this jet-setting lately is just me avoiding figuring out more important things.
29 November 2011
Fort Greene, Brooklyn