Hello, dears! I was so sad that I missed you, Amanda, and I'm sorry that I missed you too, Sarah! It was a whirlwind little weekend, completely overwhelming, and I just realized how displaced I feel. Cleveland didn't quite feel like home, and Chicago certainly doesn't come close either. Its silly to grow up. I had about two hours and a car while I was home and squooshed in the West Side Market, Rocky River park, Bela Dubby, and the Market Avenue wine bar into that space, and I had the peculiar feeling that I was just haunting everything. I didn't like it.
The apartment has been bustling this week, we have had four visitors coming and going, two of them will be here til Wednesday. I could tell that I was starting to get twitchy due to lack of alone time, so I have sent everyone off and have escaped to the coffee shop for a little while. I just fell in love with boy who served me, and the other boy recognized me from my shop. I love this place. I have to get back soon. This is a picture from Annie's recent visit, we all noticed that we were representing four distinct styles, ala Spice Girls. We didn't realize that Annie's camera timer was going to crow like a rooster at us when it went off. Love!