Apologies in advance
February 2, 2009I am sure that posting will be light for the next few weeks because of the move. The imminent move. The frighteningly imminent move.
We need to be out of here by March 1, which means that we need to, uh, pack. Pack, and more importantly, discard whatever we're not taking with us, which is a lot. We've spent the last three years filling up this four-bedroom, two-floor-plus basement house, and we're somehow going to have to pare down our belongings to fit a 900-square-foot apartment. I don't really know how this feat is going to be accomplished, but I suspect several charities are going to get some very large bags full of our belongings, and several more of our neighbors will be bequeathed whatever's too big to stuff into bags.
Why is the idea of tossing away everything so exhilarating? Or is it just me? I like to buy crap just as much as the next consumer, and yet the idea of setting everything out on the curb fills me with glee. We have very few items that I'd feel sad about losing. I'm afraid that once I start shedding belongings I won't be able to stop. I'm going to be in the new place and realize that I gave away all my pants.
The new place! We have a new place! So, uh, I hope this house closing goes smoothly, because otherwise, whoops. We're renting in the heart of Park Slope, and I will officially be that most loathed of creatures—the Park Slope Mom. I intend to start pushing around a double-wide stroller, just for the hell of it. While walking slowly. And drinking a latte. And shouting at my imaginary daughter Finona not to run into traffic.
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And TC, the cheese shop you remember turned into a real estate office (shocker, yeah), but there's Blue Apron, an amazing cheese and gourmet shop on Union, plus Bierkraft on Fifth, plus so much more....
Have to stop now and wipe a tear from my eye. I hope to retire to Brooklyn when the kiddies age out of our fab school system here. Meantime, I'll have to satisfy myself by living vicariously thru Alice.
Good luck with the move!
I have a girl so no penile anything involved here. HOwever, I am Jewish and circumcision is the only choice. You did what was right for you and your son, period. I stopped breastfeeding at 16 days, oh if you could have seen the stares from other mothers.
Packing sucks. The only good thing about it is tossing out a bunch of crap. Feed those closets a heaping helping of Colon Blow and give ‘em a good cleansing.
And thank GOD for circumcision. No foreskin! One less thing to pack!
Undauntedly,Joe
I'm so glad Alice & Co. are moving back to the city. Not only does it seem like you'll be happier here, but now you'll be my neighbors -- you had just moved away when I moved here. I hear you on the embarrassment of being a Park Slope parent, great as the neighborhood is. I still remember calling a friend a month or so after my child was born and going, "Do you realize that I'm pushing a stroller in Park Slope right now?" It was like wearing a Halloween costume -- all I needed was a Food Coop tote bag and a takeaway cup of free-trade coffee. But stereotypes be damned -- this neighborhood rules, as I guess you know or you wouldn't be moving back.
Love your stuff. It inspired me.
My husband? Not so much.
This weekend? Getting rid of more crap.
Good luck with the moving.
Jokes, jokes. Also, welcome back to the fun side of the river.
you trendsetter, you :)
--is this the first time I've commented?
ok, then I'm going back to my lurky spot :)
We eagerly await your return.
"In December 2006, Natural Home magazine named Park Slope one of America's ten best neighborhoods based on criteria including parks, green spaces and neighborhood gathering spaces; farmer’s markets and community gardens; public transportation and locally-owned businesses; and environmental and social policy."
so, good luck with the move, and THROW IT OUT. it's cheaper than therapy!
Hope the move goes well.