The Caterer

I've been living in South Philadelphia for three months now, and I'm getting tired of it. Here is a picture of where I live, on Broad & Tasker Streets. My apartment is inside one of the brick row homes. The place I have is pretty nice. It has a great view from my bedroom and it's cheap. But its the surrounding area outside of my apartment that is starting to irk me.
I like to walk a lot, but for some reason every time I take a walk around my place I feel like I am following a path. Everything starts to look the same, row home after row home. I have been trying to find the beauty in the simplicity but I can't seem to find it. I miss the open and decrepit neighborhood I lived in previously, the 500 block of Girard Avenue.

When I lived on Girard I had the opportunity to walk behind old wood shops and empty warehouses. I could go 4 blocks without passing anyone and it always seemed to be an adventure. But no longer do I have this convenience. Now I am forced to navigate around seemingly endless cubes of brick filled with italian-americans. The ones with plastic covers on furniture. Fortunately, there is a large population of Vietnamese residing a few blocks west of where I live, so I can get a little variety. There are plenty of corner stores I would like to call bodegas but I think they are called something different.
I don't plan on staying here after my lease is up in July, so I am going to try and make the most of it while I am here. Maybe I'll find this beauty I've yet to see.