I recently moved back to the neighborhood I grew up in until I was about ten. My parents still own the house and have been renting it out, apparently to people who didn't know how to take care of a home...and I am now renting it from them. So we completely gutted the house and there is still some work to be done but it is definitely shaping up.
But this post is about my 'hood.
I love it. It's so...gangsta. People who have been here totally make fun of it and I don't know if the reason I love it so much is because I grew up here or what but it just makes me happy. I love seeing everyone sitting on their front porches and lawns watching the cars and people go by. I love hearing the train in the distance. I love the sound of the ice cream man coming down the street and kiddos and their mommas running up to it in their pajamas. I love that I can hear just about everyone who is outside on this street through my window. I love the conversations I get to eavesdrop on. I love the hardcore arguments I hear and giggle at as I do homework in my room. I love hearing the music bumping in so many cars that pass by. I love how the asphalt is completely falling apart. I love that the kids play in the street and flee every time they see a car. I love that in this part of town people actually acknowledge their neighbors and say hello. Most of all, I love all the memories I have here and all of the memories that are yet to come!
...I don't love the million bajillion trillion mosquito eaters outside that nosedive me everyday and sneak into the house. Or the Chihuahua yapping/barking.
