Movin’ On Up
About a month ago, I left my old digs in Prospect Heights, Brooklyn for Ditmas Park. I’ve been busy packing, unpacking and being poor from all the expenses associated with moving (asshole old landlord, movers, furniture, etc.) It’s all been a bit of a stressor.
But, the upside is that I now have a doorman, an elevator, more space and laundry within my building (a rare score in NYC for some people). The neighborhood is quiet, beautiful and has tons of cops (I see at least two every time I go outside, if not more). Bang for buck, the real winner for me is the laundry. I despise shlepping to laundromats. The fact that I can hit pause on the TiVo, hop an elevator with a bag of clothes and be back in five minutes nearly moves my grumpy, NY ass to tears of joy and salvation.
Every day, when I come home, passing the the doorman, Herman a.k.a. “Cheese” (Herman = Herman Munster = Muenster = Cheese. It’s how I remember people’s names), the lyrics to The Jeffersons runs through my mind:
Well we’re movin on up,
To the east side.
To a deluxe apartment in the sky.
Movin on up,
To the east side.
We finally got a piece of the pie.Fish don’t fry in the kitchen;
Beans don’t burn on the grill.
Took a whole lotta tryin’,
Just to get up that hill.
Now we’re up in the big leagues,
Gettin’ our turn at bat.
As long as we live, it’s you and me baby,
There ain’t nothin wrong with that.Well we’re movin on up,
To the east side.
To a deluxe apartment in the sky.
Movin on up,
To the east side.
We finally got a piece of the pie.
Granted, I’m white, have never fried fish, nor cooked beans on a grill and I’m in Brooklyn, not the Upper East Side. But, I am loud, grumpy and I walk funny.
Tags: 11230, 11238, apartment, Brooklyn, ditmas park, moving, Prospect-Heights
