Stinky StreetWe have only lived on the edge of Park Slope for a couple of months now. I love our uber cool neighbors and eclectic community. Coming from the pristinely “white” and clean Brooklyn Heights, I was ready for a more colorful and vibrant setting not to mention friendlier, more interesting neighbors. This street has far exceeded my hopes or expectations for culture and warmth. Within the first weeks of our arrival the tenants in our building (now our friends) invited us over, we were asked to pick vegetables in the community garden by a fellow mommy neighbor, and have already established relationships on a first name basis with local shop owners. Settling in could not have been easier, except that our physical street smells horrid. A whiff of urine and feces is present at all times and almost overwhelming on a humid day, which has been almost every day for a month now. I only breathe out of my mouth walking down our street. Does one get accustom to in-haling these atrocious scents? One day will I step outside my door and not even notice? I can only hope so. But, my son could care less and appears happier with the new street than he ever was in our perfectly landscaped, immaculately clean historic alley in Brooklyn Heights. Elijah is a social butterfly and people talk to us every time we stroll down the street. Whether it is the sweet old lady in her nightgown sweeping the area around her stoop (and really making no significant difference in the litter scattered on the sidewalk), the younger dad from down the street walking his dog, or the gregarious owner of the beer hall only a few doors down, everyone has a smile and a warm greeting for us. It is the kind of culture I have craved since moving to Manhattan and left only feeling painfully hollow for years of no sense of a community. I finally feel centered, grounded, and a part of something that I relate to. Even at the young age of two, I believe my son is also thriving in his new community. So I have to ask myself, does the temporary shock to my sense of smell every day really matter? No, not at all. I never appreciated how clean and perfect Brooklyn Heights smelled, I only felt lonely and isolated among a community that felt private, cold and elitist.
Embracing the stank is trivial and won’t affect me, however feeling a strong connection to a place and the people will become part of my identity.

About Erin McCormick

Erin McCormick is the mother of a two year old son. After graduating from the University of Washington, she was a successful commercial real estate professional for 13 years. The birth of her son introduced a profound new life chapter, and she fell in love with solely being a mother. Deciding to help other moms-to-be through the joys and woes of pregnancy, the site seemed like a great place to start. Erin experienced tremendously bad morning sickness throughout her entire fist trimester and a physically difficult pregnancy altogether.
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