Sometimes I smell cigarettes through my bedroom window.
And hear gang calls on my walk to the train.
Sometimes I pay for my groceries in Spanish and stumble over Italian for lunch.
Sometimes I watch helicopters fly and airplanes land.
And get rained on and return home with a layer of the city to wash down the drain.
Sometimes I hear my neighbor’s music and smell their food and listen to their loud calls for ‘Mother!”
And I hear 300 curse words between my school and my home.
Sometimes I spend the whole day in my apartment, aware of the whole world right out there, yet stuck with a text book for hours.
Sometimes I run for trains and pay for laundry.
And sometimes I hike stairs like I’m preparing for the Himalayas and pack lunches like turkey and cheese are the new ramin.
Sometimes I read books and write blogs and knits scarves and print power points.
And stumble upon street fairs and historical monuments.
Sometimes I think- I live in the ghetto!
Just a picture from our window. This is my ‘hood.’