I have called an apartment on Summit Avenue East home for more than 3 years, since the summer of 2007. I have watched the parking lot across the street turn into a brand new park without a name, I have watched workmen strip apart and put back together the Starbucks next door, and I have watched people come and go through my courtyard an infinite number of times now. My footsteps feel more familiar with every passing day, and while I feel, at times, like I wish to move on from this home and to find another, I usually determine that the time is not now. I am very attached to my neighborhood. It is here that I know the storefronts best. It is here that I can know and watch the goings-on most closely.  It is here I never wish to leave.