by Jo Jardin
Piece: Two years ago, this place was a dump. Now it has evolved into a park full of close-clipped grass, teak benches, brazen breeds of dogs, and a vast amount of waterfowl. Adolescent trees awkwardly grow along the water's edge, and you know they still don't feel they belong there. Still, I've forgiven the trees - I'm a transplant here myself. The word "transplant" may mean that you don't belong, but it doesn't mean you can't love the new place. And I love our transformation.
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Jo Jardin is a writer who was born and raised on the plains and has moved to the big City of San Francisco. (She's still entranced by it, and she's going on five years now.)