Hancock House

2018-02-26 20.21.34

At the end of January I said goodbye to my home on pretty Prospect Place in Crown Heights, Brooklyn ā€” six unforgettable, formative years for me. It was the doorstep I landed on in January 2012, sight unseen, with a 38-pound suitcase. I stayed a while, and I’m so thankful for that time.

I have dreamt of this, but could never wrap my head around it. I still can’t. The time went slow but the change happened so fast. For my entire life I have shared spaces with sisters, friends, roommates or many dorm residents. I’ve shared bathrooms, kitchens, closets, beds. I’ve lamented over dishes in the sink and waiting on the shower. I wasted a lot of energy caring about what was happening on the other side of walls.

And now? Silence. Really long showers. Music. Room for thought. Exercising the oven. Fluffy pillows. Messes I know are mine. Eating entire bars of chocolate. Taking my time. Arranging and arranging again. Consideration. Candles.

The possibility has me more excited every day. To this new life in Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn, my own floor in this 117-year-old brownstone on a long beautiful block, I am looking forward.

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