So, I have this plan. I’m now at the point where I have more school behind me than I do in front of me and I’m starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I’ve still got a thesis to think of and put down on paper and a couple more gargantuan classes between me and a masters degree, but I know that there is a life after grad school and it’s not more than a year away at this point.
Anyway, the plan. As some of you may know, I live in the Columbia Waterfront District, a little-known strip of neighborhood on the far side of the BQE next to Carroll Gardens and above Red Hook. When I first moved here I would tell people at social gatherings that I lived in the “Columbia Waterfront District” and then there’d be a long drawn-out explanation of where that is, which would usually end with the other person remarking “Oh.” in a not so enthusiastic tone and excusing themselves to get another drink.
The funny thing is, I’m used to this kind of conversation. When I first left my hometown for college, where I was from was one of the first things new people would ask me. “Valatie,” I’d proudly remark. This would result in a long drawn-out conversation in which the person from Long Island who I was talking to would learn the following things:
1. Westchester County is not upstate New York.
2. The Metro-North does not service the entire state.
3. Comparing the name of my town (Vah-lay-shah) to oral sex is not a new joke.
While this provide unending amusement for me in college, it’s somehow not as much fun when it’s different parts of Brooklyn. Thus, I usually just say one neighborhood or the other, and cause I’m not the biggest fan of Carroll Gardens, I choose Red Hook. Compare the drunken braying on Smith Street to Sunny’s and tell me you don’t disagree.
Which brings me back to the plan. In the next year or two, I want to move further into Red Hook (call it Red Hook proper), and I think I’m at the point where I want to start living alone. This will completely depend on what I can find and how much money I’m making at this point, and will most-likely not happen until after I’m done with school, but this is what I want to do. I envision a whole wall of bicycles, too. A cruiser, a mountain bike, my beater, and maybe some spare ice tires.
Oh, and then there’s the trip across country that I want to take. I’ve got a map started. This is something that I’ve always wanted to do and there are many details to work out, but I’m dead set on checking off as many of these locations as I can. I figure if I write this down that it will hold me to it…







