How I learned to stop worrying and love Greenpoint
Sunday, August 10, 2008, Sunday, August 10, 2008
A year and half ago I met a young man. Smart, very cute, funny and more importantly he lived in Greenpoint. It was easy to fall in love that spring - around the corner from McGolrick Park. We would stroll to the local deli’s for cheap eats and lots of ice cream. Nassau Street would be the street I would grow very fond of, with its litter of polish drunkards and quaint apartments; it didn’t bother me when the B 48 bus never showed up and I had to take that stroll to the G-train.
But soon spring turned into summer and then to fall, and with the cold came change. Those subtle things, lovers dare not to mention started to filter into our relationship more frequently. Amarin Thai became a place where we ate when we were poor, no longer the date place that filled me with a flutter the first time we shared dinner mints. I began to loathe your noisy street near Greenpoint’s sewage balloons. The grass in McCarren Park had turned brittle through the erratic weather and our park spent Saturday’s were spent in silence - nothing to share but a small blanket on patches of grass.
This neighborhood is a land mine of painful memories. The street where we road our bikes while drinking coffees, the corner where we walked like monkeys and penguins, the building we sat in front of – attempting to stay warm as we waited for the bus. The Williamsburg Café reminds me of when we had hopes for a fresh start. Richie’s Liquor store makes me think of that unbearable night, when words could never make things better. How do I walk over the Pulaski Bridge and not think of you? And Coco 66, dancing without seeing your silly shimmy is just bland and dull. These are the things that tear through my mind in this town.
But that’s it - I give it all back. You can have those memories cause I am going to make new ones, brighter ones with more laughter and life than we could ever make. And this time I’ll see all the little details and stare a little longer at that graffiti on the wall. That side street that I’ve always wanted to stroll down is now my next adventure. I’m not going to worry anymore about how to stop loving you – I’ve got a town to share my heart with.
Labels: Break Ups, Dancing, G-Train, Nassau
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