In which I use the word "cool" entirely too much.
It seems that we purchased a house today. Unfortunately I’ve changed my mind. I would like to stay in Brooklyn, please. Do you think the buyer of our apartment will let us stay? Maybe we can talk her into taking the New Jersey place.
My last-minute panic is based on nothing reasonable, except that where we live is cool, and where we will live, while probably cool in infinite ways, is not as cool. Period. We will never be this cool again. And we weren’t all that cool to begin with. You may think, reading this, that I have long placed my coolness in high esteem, but in fact I have never bothered much with the coolness. I didn’t have to, because I live here. Not that I even got much pleasure out of the cool things here. I can’t afford them, and even if I could, I’m too old. And I spend my time with a preschooler whose idea of fun is playing air accordion while blasting Led Zeppelin. Actually I don’t disagree with him. Even if I had never had a child I would probably be doing that. In my underwear, probably. And not the hot kind of underwear, oh no. I’m talking Jockey For Her Hipsters with sagging elastic because I still own panties that my mother purchased for me in 1985.
Oh my god, what am I talking about? Do you see what this has done to me? I am weak with panic. What the hell was I thinking? I’m going to have to drive places. And my god, I’ve just made my holiday shopping a million times more complicated. In Brooklyn we are steps away from so many damn clever shops that are so crammed with hip whimsy that it can give you a migraine if you take it all in at once. In New Jersey we will be steps away from a KFC, a Dunkin’ Donuts, and a CVS. And I don’t think my mom wants a six pack of Crispy Nuggets for her birthday. I could be wrong about this.
But a person cannot live in a neighborhood just because of the cute shops, right? Right? They can’t, right? Oh god, what have I done?
It’s not just the coolness and the cute shops and the friends who will never move to Jersey and I see them every week and what was I THINKING. Crap, it’s everything. I can’t believe we can’t afford to live here anymore. I’ve lived here for fifteen years. Almost every day, I walk out of our house and I run into someone I know and love. Or someone I know and don’t like very much. Either way. I can’t believe I’m moving to the suburbs. I think I might throw up. I know I need to get over myself. I do. And I’m sure I will. Maybe in a year or two.










April 17, 2006
Reader Comments (111)
Change is *always* scary, but this too shall pass. And you have an actual HOUSE to live in - once you figure out what to do with all that room I am sure you will be in love with your new surrounds. The city is still just a bus or train ride away if you can't face the drive, and being in New Jersey you get the best of both worlds - easy proximity to one of the greatest cities in the world, and a lovely, quiet grassy place for Henry to frolic.
Can't wait to see the new digs!
Love,Shwendels
now, where are the pictures of the glorious soon-to-be finslippy abode? we want pictures.
I was almost four when my family moved away from manhattan, to a FARM! that was practically in canada! (money was not a factor in that move; my parents were starving artists either way. actually we had more money in the city because my dad sold hotdogs from one of those pushcarts and drove a cab.) as a little kid, I absolutely loved farmland, and many of the other places we lived later. but I always loved new york city the most, and when I got old enough to decide where to live I came back here. I'll always be glad to have grown up in different environments, though, and I wouldn't trade those four years on the farm for four more childhood years in the city.
Only we left the coolest of cool kinda' gay, kinda' Asian, kinda' hipster neighborhood of Chicago for a suburb of Detroit. We are the lamest people alive, but that neighborhood made us cool. I knew the latest books, the latest fashions, the latest weirdo fusion cuisine trends. At least you can go back for a visit. I fear our coolness is gone forever.
And coolness is overrated anyways. At least that's my excuse.
Secondly: CVS will become your all-purpose present-buying treasure. Who wouldn't want a shopping bag full of slightly smutty men's magazines and a large assortment of single-serving-size bags of chips for ANY OCCASION? Think of the gift-bag possibilites! The Shampoo Variety Pack present, the All The Gum You Can Chew present, the Nasal Spray & Condoms present... your friends and family will thank you.
And oh, about the Dunkin Donuts...you have no clue of how lucky you are to have one close. In a few years you'll be sending your son over to pick up a latte for you. We've got two within easy walking distance and I'm ever thankful that they're both close and cheap.
Seriously though, Alice, you're going to do great. You'll find your way and things will be much better than you can imagine.
I guess it's parenthood, growing old - who knew, and that whole actual-house thing.
I suspect you guys managed to pick the only cool neighborhood IN New Jersey...so, there's that.
I live in the 'burbs and I think the most irritating part is the lack of good local dives for coffee and food. All the chains piss me off.
However, today I sat in my front yard with my son, enjoying the beautiful breeze and the sun setting. Which, come to think of it, was actually pretty cool, after all.
Methinks you'll find plenty of blog material when you become a Jersey girl. So, um, that's good for us, your readers. But anyway, congratulations and best wishes!
2. I am now seriously upset with myself for not stopping you on the street here in Brooklyn the couple of times I saw you to tell you how "cool" I thought your writing was. So just take your cool self across the rivers (East & Hudson) and redefine the suburban life!
And one more thing.
I am very sorry to report there is NOTHING cool about the Holland Tunnel but be safe in the knowledge that you will always be less than 7 minutes away (between traffic on the 1's to traffic on the 8's) from somewhat accurate tunnel congestion information.
Let him know cool.
Great hip list of links ...http://www.missdoxie.com/i_got_drunk_and_bought_shoes_online/
many under twenty dollah, she rocks