Bronx Dew

I used to live in the Bronx. Actually I was raised there. Growing up wasn't so bad in that borough. We had neighbors and I had friends, but the older I got the more I became inclined to hate it. Everyone was very close minded to many things and when you're on the brink of your teenage years trying to figure out who you might want to be as a high schooler, it isn't the most welcoming environment. But I got through it. With a lot of weird looks and whispers behind my back, but it was okay.

I lived across the highway from these Co-ops

I would never move back though. By junior year in high school, I was tired of it. I'm in Manhattan now and I don't feel sorry for leaving the Bronx. I feel like I belong here in some sense of the word. I don't have a home but I have a place where I belong. I will admit one thing I miss about the Bronx: when I would go to school in the morning. Not the act of going to school, nor the awful winter months; but when it was fall or spring, I adored walking down the street and smelling the air. Bronx air is just as awful as Manhattan air, but it's still greatly different in the morning.

In the morning, Manhattan still smells like concrete and a faint scent of water near the East River. Where I lived in the Bronx, there were always a ton of trees, and trees meant dew. The scent of dew in the morning is the greatest. You could feel it in your lungs and you could taste its slight sweetness. I don't think I'll ever miss the Bronx, but I will miss the way it made me feel at particular times in my life. Whenever that crisp morning air reached my lungs, I felt the day would go great.

I was usually right, I guess.

Gabriella