I am a Miami girl -- I grew up with beaches on Christmas, Cuban toast in coffee, and South Beach's sea of fake tits, asses, and tans. I liked Miami, but I never really loved it.
There was just something missing in my 'hood in Little Havana, Miami. I couldn't put a finger on it, until I lived in Bushwick for a few months.
Bushwick is a neighborhood inside of Brooklyn, New York. It's only about a 20-minute subway ride to Manhattan, there's Latin food at every corner, and the neighborhood has so much personality.
There's colorful street art on Halsey Street.
There's Dominican food down the block.
The Subway Station is a Few Minutes Away
What Bushwick has that Little Havana does not, is that it feels like a community. People know each other here. When you visit to the bodega frequently, you start to feel loyal to the business. You don't go anywhere else to buy your things.
In Bushwick, you walk by the same kids, and see the same neighbors chillin' on the stoop. The guys at the car shop say hello, they don't whistle. When something awful happens in the community, you can feel the shock linger throughout the streets.
There are endless amount of community events, like block parties, family day at the local park, and farmers' markets.
I learned what family and community really meant when I moved to Bushwick.