there were always golden rocks to throw

My parents just finished building a beach house in Stone Harbor, which is in far, far South Jersey, and is also where I've gone for at least part of the summer for my entire life. I will have to take and post pictures of the actual house sometime soon, but for now suffice it to say that it is, in every possible way, the opposite of every other house I have ever lived in in Stone Harbor. It is new and big and full of interior designer-type things!



The house is the rather epically large thing to the left. It looks ridiculously imposing. The car I drove senior year is to the right! Oh stick shift Honda Accord, I miss you.

   

   

   

   



Sunny the sleepy twelve-year-old Labrador is a huge fan of the closet.

A couple of bonus pictures of NYC:

   

A lot of the time I really do love this city.