From the first time I laid eyes on that house I knew it was special, not because of the color the house was painted, or the size of the garage in the back, not because of the location, or the cars lined up on that small street, but because of the people and love I saw there. The kids running up to hug you even though they don’t know who you are. The moms inside who welcomed me with bright smiles and broken English. The volunteers who introduced themselves while we swapped stories. The various smells radiating from that small kitchen. The many people packed into that little house. The conversations that leave you wondering how these people survived. These are just some of the many reasons I’ve come to love this street which happens to be named after my favorite flower, Lilac Street.
-Courtney, the Jotter behind the Journal