The Hamptons

Every responsible adult dreams of having a place in the Hamptons, right?  Big homes, beachfront property, peaceful sunsets away from the world...  Well, I'm in luck!  I've secured myself a place in the Hamptons for the summer!!

Okay, that was a lie.  

With the decision to move in with Joe (otherwise known as the man-friend), I will be vacating my apartment for June, July & August and moving into his place until the lease ends.  At that time, we will be relocating back to Center City, Philadelphia to find a home that we plan to inhabit for quite some time.  So, in essence I'm summering outside of the city this year.  It may not be the Hamptons, but it still has water views, quaint outdoor dining and the still quiet that comes with vacation homes.  Some call it East Falls; I call it the Hamptons.  

While I will try to enjoy my summer away from the craziness of Center City, I have spent a lot of time thinking about the transition.  In the 3+ years that I've lived in Philadelphia, I've been able to walk everywhere.  I've enjoyed Sips on Wednesdays and the ease of jogging down to Lloyd Hall on Saturday mornings.  Its going to be a huge adjustment for me to take the train to work, followed by a quick walk to the office, rather than simply rolling out my front door and strolling to the office in 10 minutes.  I've become rather accustomed to hearing the sirens roaring down the street or the drunk patrons stumbling loudly out of the bar around the corner.  It helps me sleep; the chaos of the city has become my sound machine. Its official:  this born and raised country girl has become a city girl.  However, we sacrifice for those that we love so these three months will serve to further solidify the love for the best man in my life and the city that I've come to hold so dear.

So, while Diddy is throwing his annual White Party, I'll be countering with a one time only White Party of my own - the White [Trash] Party.  Come one, come all....and bring your best cut-off denim shorts, white of course.