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I'm Rachael, a free-spirited adventurer, twenty-something daydreamer, avid book buyer; lover of animals, day hikes, and period films.

When Your Town is Ugly

When Your Town is Ugly

The perfect example of the beauty and ugliness that makes up my neighborhood.

I remember I asked this once before, but I’d like to pose the question again: what do you love or hate about where you live? (and) Do you find yourself ever editing your neighborhood to show the best of it, or do you share the nitty gritty no matter what?

I’d say I’m about 80/20 when it come to altering the appearance of my neighborhood. Where we live has an interesting combination of Victorian houses and slum homes, the standard “American family“ and those families that struggle with day-to-day living, people that live simple and natural lives and people who are addicted to heroin and other narcotics. It represents the perfect microcosm of American society. Some days I look down the street and see infinite possibilities and other days I see how society collapses around itself until only the worst is left. I want to stay and clean it up and show the world how beautiful a place it can be, but I also sometimes just want to move.

My town is in an interesting transition where the city council members want to grow the infrastructure of the town and yet it feels as if the most vulnerable percentage of our citizens is being left behind. It’s like slapping a fresh coat of paint on the house when the foundation is crumbling.

I’d like to show the true nature of where I live, but I don’t want to paint it too heavily in the wrong light. I think that’s why I sometimes edit out the truth so that when I tag locations on Instagram, you only see the best because that’s what I want people to see; the best. I want you to see what I see, even if it’s not 100% the really truth.

Ruins in Lake Como

Ruins in Lake Como