A new home

So it's not actually a home per say, but I'm gonna make it one.  I had to move out of the place in the West Village that I've been staying.  It was a great time and place to be, but leaving has been interesting.  Seems there was so much more baggage there than I thought; the desperation following the eviction from Zuccotti Park; actions in the streets and actions in the mind, and months of occupying anything and everything; Phd applications, their rejections; job searches, interviews, starts and failures; and the ups and downs of a relationship upon unsteady foundations.  When I moved my stuff in to this place here in Bed-Stuy and got back on the road to finish it off I didn't want to go back to the village.  I was quite happy to be moving on and starting a new.  Granted, I don't know what I'm getting myself into, but I'm getting myself into it. 

So I'm again in "Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one!"



I love it.  The neighborhood, the people, the climate of it all.  And I'm staying in a building that has a solid community feel to it.  It is with the people that I mannyed with.  I mean, it is not permanent at this point.  I am mixing barter with cash for some this month's rent.  Who knows what will happen next month or even as this one gets closer to the end and I need food and to pay bills.  But I have a place to live and I have decided to move in like I'm there for the long haul, grow myself into it!  Find ways to pay rent and make a home out of it all.  What else can you do but get after it?  Ok, good night...