The first thing you notice when you come in is this intense smell of cake – grandma style. Second thing: the friendliness of the girl behind the counter. This is like you’re jumping into a witch-free version of Hansel and Gretel’s tale.
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I didn’t move to the Westerpark all at once. Although I didn’t love the borough, I actually sort of creeped in here. It started out with a tooth brush. In time I took with me books, endless amounts of clothes, tax papers, and cats.
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New house, new life. Or be ready to embrace the ferris wheel ride, to be more accurate. It took me time to getting used to living in the Westerpark area, but I’d better cherish it because it seems I’m staying over awhile longer.
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