I thought I’d share a few images of the area I live in. My place is an old house in an old neighborhood. It was built in ’38 and originally had no electricity. Trust me, we could use some upgrades. What I really want to share with you is our surroundings. The photos articulate the serenity well, but you can’t hear the University bells and cicadas, or smell the cedar from them.
Coming from Bakersfield, CA (think tract homes and swimming pools) I didn’t know places like this really existed. The Adventures of Pete & Pete was a total farce. Tree lined streets? Homes built before the ’60s? No way!
But sure enough, here it is.
The sidewalk goes on forever.
Shade on a hot summer’s day is a must when dog walking.
I still live close to my Alma Mater, so I had to sneak in a picture of my old sorority house. We had a brief but memorable stint.
This little house is for sale, I can has?
Gentrify, gentrify, gentrify.
Historic homes warm my heart. Sigh.