In the neighborhood
On my way to buy laundry detergent, I decided to take the long way there, and I just wandered down random streets I'd never walked before -- Holbrook, Dane, Eliot. I love looking at the houses in JP. They are huge and old and strange and beautiful. The walk reminded me of wandering through Pacific Heights in San Francisco, where I barely managed not to trip over the sidewalk as I gawked at the houses. It seems so easy to forget why I live here -- it's expensive, far from work, and frequently noisy -- but walking down to Centre St. today reminded me of all the things I love about Jamaica Plain. I can't imagine giving up the noise and the bustle and the great restaurants and the random shops (finally got a chance to peek into Cobwebs today). It's home.