Although it was a pretty fun month, my homelessness had to end sometime. I got a room with my coworker, Jess, in Red Hook, Brooklyn. Some might call it the ghetto, some might call it "up and coming". I called it home and I loved it. The more I explored the more cool spots I found. Van Brunt street is awesome with it's adorable cafes and bars. It was a safe, friendly neighborhood and I loved the apartment. My roommates were incredibly awesome, there were four of us total. Sara is a very busy lighting designer who made me feel guilty when she asked me to jog with her. We bonded over our similar upbringings and talked a lot about boys. She is a really beautiful, kind, sweet person, so motivated and strong, it was such a blessing to get to know her. Jess is a jack of many trades, really busy and motivated as well. She is super chill and funny and we hung out a lot. She was always down for a conversation and I confided in her a lot. I will miss our bodega trips for soda and strawberry sour patch straws. Nikita is an artist and barely ever home, when he is he is there with his awesome girlfriend, unfortunately I didn't get to know either of them very well but he was a really smart, interesting person. Sara and Jess and I had some great conversations on the evenings that we were all home. We were like the ultimate feminist trio. I really loved having them as roommates.
The building consisted of three apartments, one of which, the basement, was empty due to damage from the hurricane. I moved in after Sandy so I wasn't there to witness it, but apparently there was five feet of water in our staircase leading up to our apartment on the third floor. The second floor apartment had four boys living there. The staircase hallway was covered in awesome graffiti and posters and funny little pictures that all of us had found and posted. There was even a bottle of spray paint left out to use whenever the mood struck to leave some art on the walls, which it did quite often and I feel pretty good about leaving my mark there.
Jess' cat, Jameson. The first cat I have ever lived with. She is pretty sweet and liked hanging out in the sun on my bed, I had two windows and the warmest room in the apartment.
I walked by this almost every day. My parents names are Arlen and Susanne so I thought it was very special!
Roomie meeting ended with shots!
Jess and I wining and dining on strawberries and cheese. Classy ass bitches.
People in the neighborhood next to us, Carrol Gardens, liked to put amazing things on the street to throw away. Jess found this vintage Singer sewing machine that still worked.
Bodega trips were frequent.
