I was out of milk this morning and instead of taking the bus to Safeway, I decided to wait until my corner store opened up to walk over and grab it. After all, it’s only a 5 minute walk.
Growing up in Turkey, I would wake up every morning to walk over to the bakery for bread fresh out of the oven every morning for breakfast. If I didn’t want to walk up to the bakery, I could stop in at one of the 5 corner stores in the three block radius from our apartment. As I walked in, the clerk would wrap up my bread in my daily newspaper and ask me if I needed anything else.
Big dinner party? No need to fill up your freezer for days. Walk over to your neighborhood butcher the morning of your party for fresh meats, whether it’s chicken or ground beef…maybe some lamb chops.
That was the beauty of living in the city when I was growing up. The familiar streets and faces, having everything within walking distance and being able to get all the necessities just walking down the block. One stop at the bakery, lingering for a bit to take in the delicious scent of fresh bread. Next up, the pharmacy to pick up your prescription before you get back to your house.
Living in the U.S. for the 15 years has been a little difficult for me at times. I’m a city girl so living in the suburbs for 15 years when I barely knew any of my neighbors, and having to get in my car and drive to the store just to pick up some milk or bread.
I love living in D.C.
I love my neighborhood and no matter how much people rush past me, I still make an effort to smile at strangers walking down the street. I love watching my ‘hood transform on a daily basis and even though I could be living in an area that isn’t ‘transitional’, I enjoy being a part of the changing city.
Growing up, my parents and I used to drive in to the city every weekend, but mostly it was to Georgetown. I spent my first year out of the house rediscovering myself. This past summer, it’s been my goal to rediscover my city. I’ve walked from H Street NE to the 9:30 Club. I’ve walked around Chinatown, AdMo, Atlas District and the Capitol. I’ve rediscovered Georgetown as an adult, taking in the buildings and the waterfront on a different level.
This city is beautiful to me, with everything from its people to its corner stores.
Istanbul will always be where I left my heart but D.C. is my second home, no matter how far I may travel, I will always get pulled back to here.