Coming from a big city, we’re in an adjustment period at the moment.
In Miami, the constant hum of noise is as thick as the humidity. In Charlotte, the serene calmness of the wind flowing through the trees and the birds singing overhead are no match for my family.
With 4 stereos competing against one another and our loud Latin demeanor, the neighborhood must be trying to adjust to us. The rolling hills carry sounds blocks away, the train horn echoes 6 times before it silences in the dead of night, the boom from a Tupac MP3 does seven.
Neighbors, do unto strangers
Do unto neighbors
What you do to yourself, yourself, yourself