This past weekend Hoboken celebrated it’s annual St. Patrick’s Day parade, a tradition that brings the finest frat boys from the tri-state area. As any self-respecting, non-Irish, older-than-25 year old would do, I fled the city as fast as my little legs could carry. I’ve experienced all kinds of post-college antics but the stench of urine and vomit first thing in the morning is something I’ll just never get used to. Don’t get me wrong. I have participated in all the St. Pat’s Day festivities over the years–the long lines to get into the already filled to capacity bars, the house parties, the early morning drinking–and I’ve had an incredible run. But now that I’m 31, I feel I may have outgrown this tradition and this town in general.
Last year may have been the final straw for me. When my adorable blonde-haired blue eyed friend came to visit, we walked back to the train only to be harrassed nine times over. Hearing the drunk ramblings of out-of-towners looking to score with any piece of ass they can find is not my idea of a good time. And frat guys just don’t turn me on.
I think this might mean I have finally outgrown my current coordinates. That feeling has been nagging me for quite some time now. I’ve been living in Hoboken for almost five years now and, though we’ve had some good times together, I like to think about where my next home might be.
Here are some thoughts:
Manhattan: As much as I’d love to make the Upper East Side my home, I can barely afford my current apartment. And I don’t want to take on roomies, either. Sorry, old gal. I’m afraid I have to rule you out.
Queens: Admittedly, I don’t know too much about this borough though I have several friends who reside in the Astoria area and they seem to like it. Good bars, beer hall, fine dining… It’s a possibility.
Jersey City: I have a few friends here as well, so this location would come with a drinking crew. Rent is a bit cheaper than what I pay in Hoboken and my commute would remain the same.
Brooklyn: Although most of my friends here are married and Brooklyn is one of those places people complain about traveling to, I’m drawn to it’s hipsters, barcade, and vibrant music scene. I feel as though we’d get along well together.
I have a ways to go until my lease ends but it’s always fun to think about changes. Anyone care to weigh in? Where should Charlotte settle next?