|Dood at a nearby park the week he learned to walk.|
The lovely Jasmine Myers of EatMoveWrite.com asked the following questions at the end of this post:
What's your city's personality? Does it suit your style?
If you know me in real life or read this blog (thank you) often enough then you know I'm from Baltimore, MD. I've lived there up until 5 years ago. And I really lived there. Grew up there. Did my dirt there. And although I no longer pay taxes there, Baltimore is just as much a part of me as I am of it. It was written...on the side of a crab shanty...that also serves chicken boxes and half & halfs.
Anyway while reflecting on the above questions I had to ponder both my home city & my current city...town...ship (yes township) and I noticed a trend.
As a kid:
When I lived in East Baltimore City (the Eastside) I was a pumpkin seed eating, curse word learning, Salt & Pepa reciting, little hopper.
When I lived in Randallstown/Woodlawn/Windsor Mill (West Baltimore County) I was a bike riding, hop scotching, skate riding, cheerleading, pony tailed cutie.
As a teen:
When I lived in South West Baltimore City I was a chicken box eating, reckless, dysfunctional mess.
In Hampden aka the birthplace of the Jon Water's film Hairspray I was my most eclectic bohemian self. Au natural.
In Arbutus (a college town/ethnically diverse neighborhood) I was poetic & slightly militant. All black everything.
I lived in mostly suburban, working to middle class, upwardly mobile neighborhoods. Towson. Pikesville. I also worked in corporate America & wore suits everyday.
I live in rural suburbia. Yes, this is a real place. There are a number of big box chain stores a stones throw in any direction yet people still don't lock their doors. There are also fruit stands not occupied by man. Seriously. There is fruit. And a cash box. You pick up your strawberries or pumpkins or corn and leave cash in the box. 21st century honor system. Crazy right?
And the parks. Just like the big box chain stores I live smack dead in the middle of 4 huge, beautiful, spacious, parks. Four! I can chose a different park to visit any day of the week. Lovely! Sometimes I walk the trails and can't believe this is my neighborhood. This place has softened me.
And this makes sense because I'm a mom of two wonderful little people. This neighborhood & its schools, & its trees were picked for them. I just reap the benefits.
But all of this brings me to this question.
Do our cities reflect us or do we reflect them? What does your neighborhood say about and vice versa?
The floor is open.
Thanks Jasmine for the inspiration and make sure to check out EatMoveWrite.com. Her blog is peaceful which is a weird way to describe a blog but is really accurate.