I keep trying to write a post about my "new life" here in Brooklyn, but I'm having a hard time of it. I just deleted yet another entry. Everything I write is dry and reads like a laundry list.
I'm very tired. Exhaustion is not conducive to writing, at least not for me.
There's really nothing much I want to say. I'm unpacking. I'm doing an enormous amount of walking, and my feet and back hurt. I've probably walked more in the last week than I did in the entire year before. I kid you not.
The most noticeable difference in life here is that I'm not living in a monoculture. On the subway, people are reading books, and they're not all in English. I hear many different languages on the street. I went into a supermarket earlier today that was kosher, and both Muslims and Jews were shopping there.
Living amongst many cultures (even in a neighborhood that's not considered all that diverse by New York standards) is a real pleasure.
The biggest shock is that it's quieter on my street than the one I lived on in Maine. There are no trucks, and few cars. The loudest noise, most unfortunately, is the hum of a restaurant's cooling system (or whatever it is). Right now, that is all I can hear, and I wish it would stop, but it's constant until they close at 10:00 or 11:00 p.m. I presume I'll learn to tune it out.
I'm sorry I haven't anything more insightful or exciting for you to read. This is pretty much an obligatory post, letting you know that I still find everything interesting and I'm still alive. I would presume there'll be more to say in the future.
Photo note: My windows. It was supposed to be my "deal killer" if an apartment had poor light. Well, so much for that. No direct sunlight ever graces these windows. Still, they are quite charming.
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