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so i'm sitting here in my almost finished apartment, drinking a margarita and chowing down on the best chinese food in south philly. I can't help but love life right now.
Friday night, mike and I had a really fun barbecue/house warming party/michael jackson memorial party. There were about 12 people in our cozy one bedroom apartment. It was really good to see Carmella again. I really miss the good old days when Carm, Laycee and I were inseparable. I hate that we haven't spent much time together as of late, and I hope that things will change.
Mike has been amazing lately, although thats nothing new. He manned the grill for me all night during our party. I know that cooking and entertaining my friends on a friday night isn't exactly his cup of tea, but he did it without me even asking and didn't complain one bit. It's unbelievable to me to be with a guy who enjoys doing things for me. After all the bullshit I've put up with in my almost 22 years, I think i deserve Mike.
Our apartment is freaking ADORABLE. The living room/hallway are painted in a really pretty brown color. I'd call it a "coffee" brown. Really cute. We're working on picking out a green for the kitchen. Of course I picked out this ridiculous bright lime green color and it looks HORRIBLE. Good thing we only bought a sample jar of it. I planted a bunch of really cute flowers in window boxes and pots on the deck, but some of them are dying because of philadelphia's recent lack of sun. Hopefully we'll have a few dry days in the near future.
I don't know why I am the way that I am. Why do I have this constant urge to move to the country. Why do I day dream about driving my car down a dirt road...windows down...with my hand out the window to feel the breeze. I want to watch the sunset over the mountains and sit in a rocking chair on a big front porch. or lay on one of those cute old porch swings with my fee up on mike's lap. I am by definition, a city girl. I was born in the city, raised in the city, and live in the city. i work in the city. I love the city. I make no sense.
I've been listening to nothing but the Avett Brothers lately. If there was one band that would make you dream about living in the country...it would be the Avett Brothers. ( I might be going to this music festival in RI just to see them.) I asked Mike the other day, if he would move to wyoming with me someday. Of course he said yes...but I hope he was serious.
xo
Friday night, mike and I had a really fun barbecue/house warming party/michael jackson memorial party. There were about 12 people in our cozy one bedroom apartment. It was really good to see Carmella again. I really miss the good old days when Carm, Laycee and I were inseparable. I hate that we haven't spent much time together as of late, and I hope that things will change.
Mike has been amazing lately, although thats nothing new. He manned the grill for me all night during our party. I know that cooking and entertaining my friends on a friday night isn't exactly his cup of tea, but he did it without me even asking and didn't complain one bit. It's unbelievable to me to be with a guy who enjoys doing things for me. After all the bullshit I've put up with in my almost 22 years, I think i deserve Mike.
Our apartment is freaking ADORABLE. The living room/hallway are painted in a really pretty brown color. I'd call it a "coffee" brown. Really cute. We're working on picking out a green for the kitchen. Of course I picked out this ridiculous bright lime green color and it looks HORRIBLE. Good thing we only bought a sample jar of it. I planted a bunch of really cute flowers in window boxes and pots on the deck, but some of them are dying because of philadelphia's recent lack of sun. Hopefully we'll have a few dry days in the near future.
I don't know why I am the way that I am. Why do I have this constant urge to move to the country. Why do I day dream about driving my car down a dirt road...windows down...with my hand out the window to feel the breeze. I want to watch the sunset over the mountains and sit in a rocking chair on a big front porch. or lay on one of those cute old porch swings with my fee up on mike's lap. I am by definition, a city girl. I was born in the city, raised in the city, and live in the city. i work in the city. I love the city. I make no sense.
I've been listening to nothing but the Avett Brothers lately. If there was one band that would make you dream about living in the country...it would be the Avett Brothers. ( I might be going to this music festival in RI just to see them.) I asked Mike the other day, if he would move to wyoming with me someday. Of course he said yes...but I hope he was serious.
xo