It’s been happening more and more often lately. You keep hearing strange accents when you walk down the street. You’re not sure anymore if it’s drunken slurring or a foreign language–or a combination of both. But you know it’s not going away. Suddenly, everyone in your apartment has become European, when just a few weeks ago it was Kip from Kentucky and June from Georgia. But now it’s Gretl from Germany and François from France. What’s happening, you ask yourself. Are you the last American in Bushwick? Is there soon going to be a movie called An American in Bushwick?
The obvious source of this European influx is New York Loft Hostel on Varet Street. However, there are other factors to consider as well. For instance, the constant Bushwick profiles in The New York Times and the fact that only European investors can seem to afford real estate in this neighborhood. And so, pretty soon, you will have closed your eyes and realize you’re not even in your apartment anymore–you’ve been ousted by Iliana the Italian, who managed to eke her way in by promising to make nightly dinners consisting of various pasta varieties. You’ve officially realized you have nothing to offer as an American, and that you should probably leave Bushwick to find refuge in Europe.
Written by Genna Rivieccio