who says you can't go home
fuhgehtaboutit.
You can take the girl out of brooklyn, but you can NEVER take the brooklyn out of the girl.
Spent the day walking the boardwalk in brighton beach. Where I spent the summers of my childhood. Where my mother met my father when she was 15 and he was 20 and she asked him to sit on her beach blanket. Where my grandparents lived, and where I still hoped I'd see my grandpa waiting for me on his stoop. How tears came to my eyes knowing he'd never be there again.
I grew up on some mean streets, and when a couple of years ago I brought my kids to see my old neighborhood, my oldest wouldn't even get out of the car, and the other two just kept saying, "you LIVED here?", "you lived HERE?". Yes, indeed I did.
And I love it.
The streets pulsate. The trains rattle. There is a rhythm to that city like no other place I've ever been.
I've lived many places, and that's all they are, just places where I live.
But brooklyn is home. And man, was it great to be home.
HCS!!!!
who says you can't go home
fuhgehtaboutit.
You can take the girl out of brooklyn, but you can NEVER take the brooklyn out of the girl.
Spent the day walking the boardwalk in brighton beach. Where I spent the summers of my childhood. Where my mother met my father when she was 15 and he was 20 and she asked him to sit on her beach blanket. Where my grandparents lived, and where I still hoped I'd see my grandpa waiting for me on his stoop. How tears came to my eyes knowing he'd never be there again.
I grew up on some mean streets, and when a couple of years ago I brought my kids to see my old neighborhood, my oldest wouldn't even get out of the car, and the other two just kept saying, "you LIVED here?", "you lived HERE?". Yes, indeed I did.
And I love it.
The streets pulsate. The trains rattle. There is a rhythm to that city like no other place I've ever been.
I've lived many places, and that's all they are, just places where I live.
But brooklyn is home. And man, was it great to be home.
HCS!!!!