Until I graduated from high school, most of my time was spent exploring my neighborhood along Southside Drive. My Alarm clock every morning was the roosters across from my house. My neighbor's Banda music would always put me to sleep every Sunday evening after the routined morning Mass. Dairy Belle was the spot my friends I and would rush to whenever we had a few bucks to waste on some fries and burgers. This photo series is an ongoing exploration of past memories and old surroundings 4 years after moving out of the Southside. Not much has changed and the feeling of home still lingers within.