So yeah, I'm wearing some totally embarrassing clothes right now (to be fair, I wear the cat socks all the time), drinking coffee out of a mug with my childhood dog on it, and tip-tapping away on my dad's laptop (mine seems to not want to unlock the internet - why oh why did I bring that clunky thing?) Where else could I be but in my (newly redecorated) childhood home?
When I lived in NY I came home a lot more often, mainly because I could take the train for as little as $60. But the longer you stay away the different everything looks, especially if, as I said before, they re-painted your room and took all the crap out of it that you don't want to take with you yet to your grown-up house. Mine includes: lots of cold weather clothing (I didn't think it would be that cold in TX!), childhood t-shirts (my dad used to get me one from everywhere he went, also hence the basketball jersey), books that mainly include plays and intellectual books I used to write papers in college but I did find my copy of Raymond Carver's What we talk about when we talk about love, lots of jewelry I haven't worn in over 10 yrs, and a ton of little trinkets and knick knacks. And before you have to ask, yes I will be taking pictures of the best of them, even if it includes using my dad's camera since mine is kaput.
Speaking of, here are some crappy pictures I took with my camera phone:
This is the awesome sign below our number plate. It's been in our family for many years - it was my grandparents. FYI it says "Pumphrey". That's my last name. Hence the Pommes Frites kinda sounds like "Pum-free". Also I like french fries.
Alright my dad is home and I've got to go to Home Depot with him. Seriously, I'm back in middle school, except this morning I was able to accept a shipment of wine. xo.