So I grew up in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. People seem to be impressed by this now a days but I can assure you that in the 1980's it was not the hipster paradise it has become. I left when I was about 13 years old and visited regularly until I moved to CO for college because my dad still lived there.
It was interesting to go back and to slowly see the change happen. Dustin and I got to visit when we were back east in May. Coincidentally his brother lives there now, which is nice because my whole family has left and if he didn't live there we wouldn't have as much of a reason to get back there so often.
As much as my little home town has changed in the last 20+ years it still maintains a few of its original gems that I so so cherish. I love visiting my old pizza place and getting a slice with mushroom and extra cheese, picking up my chocolate with sprinkles donut from my childhood donut shop, and going to the park where I used to play hopscotch.
I even get to visit the building I was born in! My mother had me at home with a midwife and the brick building with the huge magnolia tree in the back yard is still there. I have a photo of me as a baby in front of that building that someone took from behind the little gate in front of the building. It sort of became the quintessential "rebecca baby picture" and I plan on re-creating that image with my future babies.