Brooklyn Based. Photo of Argyle Road. Ditmas Park by Rachel Sherman. It is hard to live near houses. Big, broad Victorians, houses I dream of, with rooms and dark staircases, and sky painted porch ceilings. Houses with trees that shade unattainable octagonal-walled bedrooms, with people who I never see, walking up and down the stairs. It seems not right to live near houses, houses with yards, and lawns, and one, not too far, with an in-ground pool you can see from the sidewalk. On a hot day I watch two ladies sit on lawn chairs, chatting in one pieces, not even swimming, and am tempted to ask them if I might just – quickly – jump in and then out. It is Brooklyn, still, where we live, but with houses.
More room is why we moved to this Brooklyn, with houses right outside my apartment door. Houses begin to line the streets only a half a block from me in Brooklyn, but I have been told – by a woman who hears my address and sighs – that I am living the Flatbush life. The best thing about my Flatbush life in Brooklyn is that it rarely changes. Ditmas Park Blog: Ditmas Park Blog. Brokelyn.