NKOTB

Moving always makes me feel a little strange. Even when I changed apartments in college, and especially in Baltimore, I always needed time to adjust. I remember when Nakia and I had to leave our gorgeous Cathedral St. abode- seriously the nicest apartment I've ever had and will probably ever have. I was bummed. Even though we were only moving 3 blocks away, to Waterloo WITH Eliza and a swimming pool, I was still sad. Eliza was in Florida for the first month or so of our relocation, and Nakia was way busy working. I remember feeling really sad and out of place as I struggled to assemble my bed that first night. Dan had come over for a bit, and suggested I move my bed from one wall to the other- to create a better flow in the room. After summer opera had finished, I started working a terrible temp job- from which I would soon be fired- and I came home every day wishing I lived on Cathedral St. again. Not because it was a gorgeous apartment (MAN I loved that apartment), but because when I lived there, I was still in school. When I lived there, I didn't think about where rent was coming from (I'm paying for that now), or if I'd have time to practice, or how I was going to afford my gym membership. I was still naive to the "real world". Sometimes, I still wish I lived on Cathedral St.

It's my first night in Brooklyn, and even though I know the neighborhood pretty well, I still feel like a visitor. Like it's time for me to get on the R, then transfer to the N to get home in an hour. Instead, I AM home. I ate dinner at great sandwich shop where I have dined several times before, and I took my time walking home, stopping to sit and read a bit, checking out my new neighbors. It's not quite Cathedral St., but it's home for now.