The Fastest Way Back Home

Hello blogland. Long time, no talk. I apologize for the mysterious MIA, but I've hardly had time to even rest, let alone hop on the computer and blog. First, our internet mysteriously went out, only to begin functioning as we found out we had two days to move. The story's a bit long, extremely complicated, and probably not entertaining to anyone at all, even those of us involved in the situation. The only real bit of information that matters is that for the next two weeks, Ray and I are living at my parents' house in the (gulp) suburbs.

It's so bizarre being home. With the exception of a few short stays between moves, I haven't lived with my parents in five years. Every time I come home, if for a day or a week, I'm surprised by how much it's changed, yet how familiar it all is. I no longer have "my" room. In what shall be known as the great room swap of the 2000's, my brother moved into my room, my brother's room became the TV room, and the original TV room became a greenhouse/gardening room. There are new cats I never grew up with (like the gorgeous Harry, pictured above), the furniture is all different, and my parents even bit the bullet and finally got air conditioning.

All of the comforting things remain the same though. My parents still remember to leave coffee out for me in the morning, there's still random pieces of my old artwork throughout the house, and-most importantly-my parents still provide more support than I would ever be comfortable asking for. While Ray and I are technically homeless, they've taken us in and given us a place to sleep and food to eat. They've even taken in our four cats! While I may go crazy at the idea of living in the 'burbs for a few weeks, they've been total lifesavers and we couldn't do it without them.

Top: Forever 21

Shorts: DIY cut-offs, Abercrombie & Fitch

Shoes: thrifted (Philly AIDS Thrift- Philadelphia, PA)
Sunglasses: sidewalk vendor in the Italian Market (Philadelphia, PA)