The Room I Grew Up In


Modcloth Green Cardigan (similar) | Black Maxi Dress c/o For Elyse | Reversible Tote c/o LuLu*s | Black Sandals c/o LuLu*s (same) | Sunglasses c/o Paul Frank

I really need to go home more often. 

It's always weird sitting in the room I spent most of my adolescence in and remembering all the strange and awkward memories of going through puberty. It's always a little bit frightening thinking about how quickly time passes. One minute you're laughing over your candy stash from an excellent night of trick or treating with your friends in the middle of your bedroom. Or slamming your bedroom door in the middle of an argument with your parents about your latest report card. The next minute it's ten years later and you're lying in bed feeling a little bit out of place and feeling more grateful than you ever have for your mom's cooking. 

Every time I come "home" I feel like I have a chance to take a step back from my busy life to just reevaluate where I am in life and really take a long, hard look at where I'm headed. Who knows where I'll be the next time I'm back in this room. 

P.S. Shout out to the everchanging and always vibrant East Harlem in these pictures. Love my neighborhood. 


7 comments

  1. Lovely! Home is where the heart is. :)
    Xx
    Rhea
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  2. I love your casual outfit! I wish I could escape the room I spent my adolescence, but I still live at home, though I'm hoping that now that I have a job I'll be able to move out soon!
    ~Sara

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  3. A gorgeous and simple look. Have fun on your home visit.

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  4. I've been having recurring dreams where I just walk through my childhood home. My parents just sold that last place I lived before leaving home for good and it's making me pretty sad. Oh well; time to carve out a new home, I guess. - Leah, stylewiseguide.com

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  5. It's natural to think that way! I still come home every weekend during college, so for me it's a lot more comforting than it would be for someone like you who doesn't maybe have that privilege. It's strange how places can change over time, though, even if they're exactly the same looking. Our minds change, dude. Weird stuff.

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  6. ah so many memories. my parents no longer live in the same house so it's easy to forget. time flies!

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  7. I still live at home with my parents, and I dread having to move out eventually. I'll miss this place so much. My hope is that one of our tenants leaves right when I'm ready to move out, so I can live right next door =P

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