Special Things About New York: #2

No matter how long or how tiring my day at school has been, I have something to look forward to when I get home. I’m not talking about a cat; I haven’t resorted to collecting them. Yet.

I’m talking about little posse of locals that set up lawn chairs and hang out in front of my apartment in the evenings, listening to Spanish music on an old ghetto blaster. Sure, at first it was a bit intimidating, but it is something that I have come to appreciate.

Even with dark bags under my eyes and wearing a dirty sweatshirt, they still take the time to let me know how good I’m looking. 

“Hey mommy"

"Damn, girl!"

"Hey beautiful girl"

I love my neighbourhood.