This week I went biking with my friend, Michael, through the streets of my neighborhood, and surrounding ones. Halfway across the planned route, we decided to walk through Yellowstone Park, and save our energy for the bike home. The park was really nice to look around; a visually pleasing sense of nature with trees galore, alongside people having picnics, some even playing sports. The part of the park that fascinated me were the houses nearby. It struck me that these homes had actual stoops, a small detail when it comes to architecture but a world of difference compared to my apartment building. Back in Albania, nearly every home had a stoop; a place where children could hang out or play with each other, almost like an antechamber for the outside world. I was warmed to see these nostalgia-inducing creations by the entrances of these homes, reminded of the community-driven attitude of my birthplace.
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