tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409458653888718296Sat, 04 Feb 2012 05:30:43 +0000http://jess-intime.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Jess)Blogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409458653888718296.post-1241305495323029631Thu, 21 Apr 2011 05:21:00 +00002011-04-20T22:47:05.727-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); ">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. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;">But this post is about my 'hood. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;">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!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;">...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.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7409458653888718296-1241305495323029631?l=jess-intime.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Jess-intime/~4/nEipiMyHWH8" height="1" width="1"/>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Jess-intime/~3/nEipiMyHWH8/my-hood.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jess)3http://jess-intime.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-hood.html