I guess Brooklyn isn't my home anymore?
Had a fun but strange visit to my hometown last month. Been thinking about it.
- •On day 1 of my visit I walked through my old hood, Park Slope, on the way to TechCrunch.
- •Park Slope has turned a corner. It's not even upper middle class anymore, it's just straight rich. No judgement there, it's just very very different from my experience with it.
- •Decided to walk past my childhood home, which my parents sold last July after 35 years there.
- •It felt weird walking down the street. Familiar but no more warm fuzzies anymore like when i came home for breaks from college.
- •Got to the house.
- •Huge dumpster outside. Construction permits on the door and windows. They're probably gutting it.
- •The curtains I was too lazy to take down during the big move were still there, looking dingy.
- •I thought I'd be sadder, but I wasn't.
- •Felt a real sense of closure for the first time since starting this prolonged LA transition, I guess that's good. But it all still feels weird.