love you, mean it!

this time last year it's probably safe to say i was living the dream. i feel as though i am still living a dream, just not the same dream. this time last year i can remember sitting on the front steps of my brownstone and watching hundreds of people making their way to the esplanade for what was going to be "tha biggest fiahworks show evah"-per my constantly tipsy but so sweet landlord, Mr. Pat O'Brien (He's Irish..I accepted the fact he drank all day and moved on.) lucky for me, i had front row seats and didn't need to travel far at all. i watched them all day...some couples came toting small picnic baskets with enough food and drink for two, and others came toting a mini-grocery store with enough to feed a small army which did include their 4 adorable kids all dressed alike and carrying american flags and let's not forget grandma who was not far behind. one by one they all made their way over the bridge and began setting up shop for what appeared to be a huge ordeal in boston. i never made it over the bridge so i really have no idea what went on "over there" besides the live bands i listened to all day, and the funnel cakes i smelt all day. Instead i spent the night toasting and cheersing to our fabulous big girl life with my bff's and we rounded out the night watching the firework show on someone's roof deck. not too shabby for little 'ol me, and i've never seen the sky light up like that in my entire life. all in all, SC isn't that bad, but i do terribly wish i was there instead of here right now.

fern, mals, nugget and ames-i'm on my way, i'm staying for awhile, and i may never leave. xo.