A little slice of Americana
I'm dog-sitting in Kensington, a cute area in the Mid-City region of San Diego where I can enjoy walking the neighborhood and taking in all sorts of lovely architecture and home gardens.
Kensington boasts Craftsman-style homes and Spanish Revival homes from the 1920's.
A block away is a small park, a coffee shop, etc.
Someday I hope to live in a quaint area where neighbors wave hello and I can feel safe, secure, and part of a COMMUNITY.
My friend Jen is from South Carolina, and her dad came out to visit.
She said they were walking around Miramar Lake, and as they'd pass other people walking or skating he'd smile and say "good morning".
Sadly, most of the people they encountered looked at him like he was a nut case.
I guess San Diego has gotten too big for its britches, but I long for that small town touch.
I still say hello to most people I pass, I still try to have a conversation with the grocery checker, I still have hope for friendliness.
It's out there.
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