I love my neighborhood.

I love all the trailers and how they are painted bright colors. I even love the ones that are empty and boarded up.

I love the Spanish music that we hear late into the night when our nieghbors are having parties (aka every weekend).

I love the acorns that fall on our roof and make a lot of noise (we have no insulation).

I love ti when it rains really hard and our streets turn into muddy rivers, and there is no point in trying not to get wet when you go outside. (Everyone asks me, "Is this just like Seattle?" haha)

I love Tara and how much she LOVES the kids and their families. She is so inspirational to our team. And she is going to buy us Snuggies. For real.

I love our tiny house. Our tiny bedrooms. Our beautiful new bookshelf. Our big kitchen. Our bathroom that now has shelves in the closet. Our red door. The fact that our bedroom doesn't have a doorknob.

Basically. I love this niehgborhood. It's crazy to me how fast a new place can feel like home. Looking back, I can't even remember my thoughts about the trailer park when I drove through it with my family before Mission Year started. Now it seems like a completely different place to me. The house with the teddy bear over the fence is where Jazmin and Daniel live. I know all the streets and can't imagine not knowing them. It's weird. I love it. Did I mention that?