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My home sweet home. |
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Cherry Street |
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Blue Dome |
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Brookside | |
When I say "there is no place like home"- I mean "there is no place like home". I come from a very small, yet tightly bound family. I have no siblings; I grew up without cousins. My mom was one of the few, and the strongest constants in my life. For that reason, I feel I have cleaved to my hometown, as its familiarity and comfort were and are familial to me.
I feel my town resembles me- in parts boisterous and bustling, in parts- quiet. Quirky and bold, yet refined and varied. Since returning home, I feel there are so many places to explore- with my family or on my own. I feel I am constantly coming across places I did not know existed or forgot existed and it is like finding hidden treasure.
It feels like a ghost of me growing up lingers and mingles with the me of today. I feel more like me that I have in a long time and hope Michael will enjoy the city in his own way as we settle in.
Truthfully, I am an urbanite. I relish being close to things and to people. I have to laugh sometimes because I always hear people talking about their dream of "buying some land and building a house"- yet, as much as I feel that is a beautiful dream, mine has always been the opposite. I wanted a nice lot in an established neighborhood. I wanted an older house with character, where I could mix new and interesting with the charm and vintage of the house. City lights are like glitter and a little noise never hurt me.
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Philbrook Garden |
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Welcome back, Lindsay. Welcome home.
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