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rocking the suburbs
The suburbs have a strange effect on people. Me, in particular. In the six short days that I’ve been here, I’ve blossomed into a full blown suburbanite. How do I know this? Symptoms below: Salivating over Target Ads Is it me, or does Target have the most clever marketing team in the world?! The Christmas ads have me chomping at the bit to shop for…well, anything. Lucky for me, living in the suburbs means there are TWO Targets less than ten minutes away! Last night when my boyfriend got home from work, I actually jumped up and down and told…
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the romantic’s year in travel
I was recently lamenting that I’m excited for this year to be over because for some reason, I had decided it hasn’t been particularly exciting. And I guess, in comparison to 2010, how did 2011 stand a chance? 2010 was 9 months of wedding planning and events, followed by 15 days in Egypt & Italy. Of course 2011 was going to seem boring. But really, I was being completely ridiculous. I have a habit of counting down to the next big thing and skimming over whatever exciting thing in my life just passed by. I could say that my New…
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greetings from rockville, maryland!
I’m here, I’m here! After a relatively painless move in the Volvo, I can now call Rockville, Maryland my home. And it ain’t too shabby. Sure, its no booming metropolis. It’s more of a small town with a recently built-up main street, but it’s home and I LIKE IT! Our apartment is right on the main street overlooking the town square, which at the current moment is complete with a CHRISTMAS TREE AND ICE SKATING RINK a la Rockefeller Center. Maybe its the small town atmosphere or maybe it’s my beautiful new kitchen, but I’ve been experiencing a serious case…
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pre-move panic
You know what’s hard? Packing my ENTIRE LIFE into a Volvo sedan. ESPECIALLY when there are Christmas decorations involved (and we all know these are a priority over things like furniture and home goods). And yet, moving to a new city is not a foreign concept for me. This will be my seventh big move in seven years, so I’d like to consider myself somewhat of a pro. I moved to Ireland for an entire year with only TWO suitcases. I moved to Philly on a train. Seriously. But in my ripe old age of twenty six, moving has become more of a hassle…
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beer pressure
I’d like to take a moment and pat myself on the back: I’ve come a long way from my Smirnoff Ice-drinking ways of freshman year of college (oooh doesn’t that just make you want to gag?). Though this may be hard to believe, when we planned our October getaway, hubs and I didn’t set out to have such a beer-centric European itinerary. It just happened, we swear it. When we arrived in Amsterdam, we had no choice but to visit the World of Heineken: From there, things spiraled quickly out of control. Seriously, check out what happened in Bruges: After…
