Shortly after I started blogging, I wrote one of my favorite posts— a departure from anything house-related, it was the story of how my best friend and I packed up and moved to Texas. But I ended up taking part of the story out: the part about how we filled an ex-boyfriend’s truck with trash.(…)
A few weeks ago, my best friend Lara, had the pleasure of walking me through one of those experiences that initially appear to be soul-crushing and life-destroying. Although, later are revealed to be less than significant… and possibly blown out of proportion… and maybe even a figment of your imagination. No one talks you through(…)
Philadelphia Elvis Fest… confronting the existential question of why my best friend lives so far away.
Good day, regular people. Let us recap what you know about me: I have an old house. I like fancy stuff. Let me introduce you to something you don’t know: I love Elvis Presley. A lot. A LOT, a lot.
It was fall of 1999 when Lara and I moved to Texas. We were twenty-two and we packed up her old-but-reliable car. Loading and overflowing the trunk and backseat with our vital and unnecessary crap. This is Lara. Lara and I have known each other since we were thirteen. In some ways, we haven’t changed(…)