Monday, September 21, 2009
Listening to: This Place is a Prison by: The Postal Service
It's quiet here, so much it is hard for me to adjust to. At least in Pennsylvania you could hear the crickets chirp. I haven't had quiet like this for ages. I can't believe I am in Brooklyn. Isn't the city supposed to be hustling and bustling?? Horns beeping, sirens squealing, people talking and walking about. Not out here in Greenpoint. I am not saying I don't like it. I just don't know what to do with silence. I have adjusted to many things this summer alone. Moving to a different country, working in new atmospheres, then moving back home for a month to Pennsylvania for some country living but I have never experienced silence. I will be fine I just have to learn how to combat that silence or if I don't I could go insane. Anyway, this neighborhood is great. It is mainly Polish so it almost feels like you are in another country sometimes. I like that feeling. I am in between two parks and I have been riding my bike when I can. The Williamsburg Bridge is no joke. Biking here is no CPH and the way people bike it can never be CPH. I deal with bike lanes that for some reason are on the left hand side of the road, double parking, people riding in the wrong direction on the bike lane and car doors opening. Basically, this society doesn't know how to handle a bike culture. I have to say NYC is trying there are more bike lanes than ever before but no one seems to understand them. I took the liberty of taking some photos of my neighborhood and surrounding areas. I just hope this place really doesn't turn into a prison for me...