Julianna Concepcion | Opinion Writer All my best memories begin in our little apartment on Lebanon Avenue. The bright blue, picket-fenced house was trimmed in white, and the front yard was filled with flowers and tomatoes and herbs. These were all planted by our landlady who lived directly above us in the two-story colonial style “duplex.” My most formative years were spent here; from crawling up the couple of steps it took to get through the door to skipping down them in t