I get the impression that this is what Louis wished Unit 1B was like if he didn't have to share the space with such a bunch of lazy squalid tramps who didn't want to paint everything white and have lovely organic food on the shelves and have lots of plants everywhere. There's not a glass brick in sight.
There IS a massive roof which I've not been on yet but has amazing views of the Manhattan skyline and we have a smaller private roof terrace that you can get to by climbing out of the kitchen window, there are herbs in pots and even more plants and chairs and lights and ashtrays.
Bushwick is in Brooklyn and is just north north of Williamsburg where I was living before. At first I didn't really want to move further away from Manhattan (it's about 5 subway stops further out) and was looking around at places on or around Bedford Avenue but looking for sublets on craigslist is a fucking nightmare; it's easy enough to find somewhere but you have to send emails all the time and try and make yourself seem friendly but not too annoying or needy and distant enough that you won't be in their faces or watching them sleep but at the same time making sure you don't seem like a cunt or a psycho which is all harder than it seems, then you have to shlep across town visiting all these people and then have an awkward exchange at the end where you pretend you have loads more places to see and they pretend they have loads of people coming to look. I looked at loads and the ones I really liked didn't seem to like me and vice versa. I nearly moved in here because it looked like fun and there were loads of artists and musicians living there and they had band practice spaces and workshops and stuff but it turned out not to have a bed in it. There was a single mattress on the floor and no other furniture. As you all know I'm pretty disgusting and more than happy in a hovel/den of filth etc but when the girl who was moving out of the room texted me to say if I give her $100 I can have the mattress and some ridiculous clothes rack it really was lower than even I was prepared to go. I draw the line of having no furniture. Even if all my possessions end up on the floor while I sleep in a nest fashioned from a mix of clean and dirty clothes and bed linen I do like to have the option of an alternative. I'm sharing with two brilliant girls who were drinking beer and eating brie when I came round to view the place so I knew they were good eggs and they both seem like they'll be fun to live which will make a nice change from the two stoned silent boys I was with in March. They didn't even care about my nails.
Anyway, I was chatting to my new room mate Laree and it turns out Bushwick has loads of fun stuff to do and she says it's the best place to be in New York because everybody has roof parties all summer and it seems more relaxed and less pretentious and annoying than Williamsburg. It's not cheap round here and this apartment certainly isn't so I can assume she must be telling the truth. There are a lot of pretty murals and some really interesting graffiti and some bars that look good (they have loads of secret bars that I'm yet to find-I don't understand it from a marketing point of view but it seems no publicity is good publicity as far as bar owners are concerned) and also some nice food shops. No Waitrose or anything but the delis (I am yet to go to a supermarket or even a big shop and I'm pretty convinced they don't exist, with the exception of Whole Foods in Manhattan where I queued for 45 fucking minutes to buy an avocado and refuse to go back to ever again, plus it's really expensive although their express lane is called '10 items or fewer' rather than the ubiquitous '10 items or less') around where I used to live are pretty nasty. They sell horrible looking vegetables and weird food and they all have sandwich counters and they are all full of poor people shouting and they have cats lurking about inside them. The cats are to catch to the rats. This is absolutely true, I was disgusted as well when I first heard. There are also some amazing vintage clothes warehouses round here that have brilliant floor length faux coats in them. There is apparently no stigma at all about wearing real fur coats here, so the fake ones have to look really realistic. The weather may be getting warmer but they are pretty cheap and would fill a hole in my life that I didn't even know was there until I tried one on.
I have also managed to make a few friends that live around here so I am looking forward to the next few weeks.
Kisses
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