Wednesday, April 28, 2010
I am become Park Slope Parent; destroyer of worlds.
Here's some pictures of the apartment we're moving into May 15th. It's in Park Slope, Brooklyn. For those of you who know Park Slope, you are nodding your heads right now, saying: "Yeah, it totally makes sense that the Martins would move their foul stench over there." For those of you who don't know Park Slope, allow Wikipedia to elaborate:
Park Slope is considered one of New York City's most desirable neighborhoods. It was named one of the "Greatest Neighborhoods in America" by the American Planning Association in 2007, "for its architectural and historical features and its diverse mix of residents and businesses, all of which are supported and preserved by its active and involved citizenry."
In December 2006, Natural Home magazine named Park Slope one of America's ten best neighborhoods based on criteria including parks, green spaces and neighborhood gathering spaces; farmer’s markets and community gardens; public transportation and locally-owned businesses; and environmental and social policy.
In other words, this place is stroller city. And we have a stroller. This is the neighborhood in Brooklyn that most properly summates the will-writing, school-district concerned, in bed by 9, family dinner on Sunday, skipping up on cheap furniture because we want what we buy to last a while, antiquing, Trick-or-Treat chaperoning, is it our turn to bring the snacks to school, kids' room decorating, play-pen in the living room, "Hot Dog Night", "You can have a big kids meal BUT YOU'RE GETTING MILK AND NOT SODA" saying, neighborhood watching, pay the sitter, dear family we are becoming.
And yeah, I'm pretty cool with it.