Greenwich Village... Fresno?

In a former life, otherwise known as my early 20s, I completed a Television Studio/News Broadcasting Certification at NYU. I was an intern/news reporter for a Summer. What a Summer that was! While I was there, I rented a school-owned dorm/kitchenette/apartment on the 15 th floor of a building just one block away from Washington Square Park. 

I'm sure all of you reading this are rolling your eyes right now thinking, "Yeah, yeah, Suzanne. We know this already. What we'd really like to know is, when are you going to stop talking about New York?" 

And what have I done with this fancy journalism background of mine? Well, I have put these skills to work, writing this blog, of course - aren't you lucky? In all seriousness though, I truly believe that the education was it's own reward, ten times over. I loved New York and hope to visit again someday. 

This is a picture of Washington Square Park:  

Washington Square Park, for those of you who have never been to Manhattan, is in Greenwich Village. 

When I think of "Greenwich Village," this is the image that comes to mind: 

I also imagine, honking horns, cars whooshing past, people yelling, laughing, and making fun of each other. The smells? Hot dogs. Rotting garbage and pee. 

So, when I saw this sign, and discovered that there is also a Greenwich Village, Fresno - I just had to take a picture... and laugh. It does not get anymore "suburban" than Greenwich Village, Fresno. 

Imagine finches tweeting sweetly, and a warm, soft, jasmine-scented breeze. Imagine street after street of adorable, but otherwise uninspiring, beige family homes. This is Greenwich Village, Fresno. 

Both places, surprisingly wonderful in their own way; and perhaps, in their own time in my life.