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.