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MY FAVORITE STREET

I've always lived in a brand new, what they like to call "cookie cutter" neighborhood. Where all the homes match color and aren't any different than the one beside it. Nice homes, but nonetheless, well, boring.
I can still remember the first time my boyfriend drove me down this road to his house. I was fascinated with the bright colored, doll house looking homes. They have so much character. They're all different shapes, different sizes, different colors. But still, they're all fairly small and more than anything, inviting. The red doors and the white picket fence. How much I love red doors. Oh yea, and the cat that always sits by the windowsill. For a moment I felt lost. I didnt know how we got there. I didnt realize it was only two blocks in from the main road I pass by everyday. It's amazing how many things we miss out on because we stick to what we know.
I ride my bicycle around the block and I feel as if I'm in a movie to be quite honest. So peaceful. Especially when a gust of wind blows through my hair and I hear nothing but the crackling of the leaves and the cars driving by from a distance. And seeing the squirrels flash right before me chasing one another up the trees that arch over the road and meet in the middle for a hug (my grandma used to say that). My mood instantly changes...even my posture. I'm telling you...it feels like one of those happy cheesy movies. 
A part of it all reminds me of my grandma's neighborhood and how, when I was younger, it was so different than anyone else's house/neighborhood because it was old. Everything is just different when its old. The size of the aged trees, the rugged sidewalks, the houses made of wood and even the smell of the atmosphere. The house still stands and both my grandparents still live there. It may be old, but the feeling of it never gets old. I don't ever look forward to visiting them and their home any less than I did when I was a toddler. Now that feeling of nostalgia allows me to appreciate other things much more than say...my boyfriend who just thinks, "yea, its cool".