Thursday, November 26, 2015

My cup runneth over

This year has been nuts, that is without a doubt. It might have been one of the most challenging and surprising years yet and it's still not over. There is so much drama and negativity in this world right now and it's been taking a toll on me both mentally and physically. It's all been too much at once with no end in sight. That's why I'm pretty jazzed about the upcoming holidays to be honest. I know they can be stressful with family in town and all the cooking, shopping and cleaning that needs to be done but I kind of love it. It forces me to slow down a bit and reduce the scope of my lens. I focus more on hearth and home, kith and kin.

My aunt, favorite cousin and me circa 1997

I'm super nostalgic this time of year as well as I always have fond memories of Thanksgiving and Christmas with family and friends. When we first met and my husband asked what I loved SO MUCH about the holidays (which he thought were a commercial sham) I told him family. It just reminds me of home. I've always been "the baby" of our extended family so everyone went off to school and left me with all the moms and when they came home it was always such a fun and exciting time to me.  They were all so cool in my mind and I wanted to be like them, off in college and living my life (whatever that meant).

my brother, god-sisters and me circa 1994

There was a certain energy in the air that wasn't usually there and I fed off of it. I still do. I love to entertain around the holiday season for this very reason. I like to have people  in my house as much as I hate to clean up and have to deal with having people in my house. Particularly if the energy is good. Being a divorced kid the holidays have also always been a time of anxiety as I worry about who to spend the day with and how the other parent is going to feel. The older I get the less I stress about it but it's still a concern. But this year both parents are doing their own thing and our family is off to hang with our famdamily.
I'm super looking forward to it as we haven't all spent time together in awhile and it's always a good time when the kids are able to run around in a safe environment and we can all relax a bit. Well sort of. We are talking about toddlers and pre-schoolers here.
I love the traditions we are creating with our kids and I hope that as they get older they look back on this time with the same type of fondness that I do with my childhood.
I'm also REALLY excited about food, apple cider margaritas and breaking out Cards of Humanity if there's time.

What are you looking forward to this holiday season?

Monday, November 9, 2015

Ripped Jeans + Red Lips

A few weeks ago I was feeling less than inspired by my wardrobe. I would stand in my closet and basically only look at one particular section of my closet like that was all I had to choose from. For some reason I was stuck in a “I have to wear a semi-profesh” looking dress to work mentality. This is SO not the case. The atmosphere at the office is super chill so the only thing that might get me noticed would be if I were to show up in a ball gown.

Working both in and out of the office full time has made it harder to keep up with my favorite blogs so I’ve had to resort to IG stalking and while doing so I realized a common theme among some of the people I followed. They were all hella fly. Some are mama’s of littles, some have teens. Their styles are all varied but there is thread of familiarity that runs through them all that inspires me.
So I wrote about it. And was duly inspired by my own work. That very weekend I made it a point to go through my drawers (working my way up to the closet) and do yet another clean-out. I focused on what my personal style has REALLY been over the last three years. I know what I’m drawn to but, I also have to think about what works in my real mom life. The true story is, while I LOVE the polished looks of some of my fave style bloggers, I am a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl. 

That’s honestly what I feel the most comfortable in, aside from dresses in the summer.  With that in mind, I planned my outfits for the week and decided to get the party started on Monday with some fabulous heels and a bright red lip.

Y’all know I’m still a new to the red lip game so it’s still a bit of a shock to see myself with it on but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t absolutely love how it looks.

The simple combination of a graphic tank + my favorite ripped skinnies and the silver shoes did wonders for my self-esteem.  I convinced my co-worker to take some photos prior to lunch (and me ruining my red lip) and they came out crazy good. 

I was reminded how fun it was to actually “get dressed” in clothes and shoes I felt REALLY good in and loved. It was just the kick in the ass I needed to get a handle on my closet and get a grip on my look. I loved the look so much I’ve basically had it on repeat over the last few weeks. Ripped jeans + band tee + heels + lipstick were so good to me I even posted a few of the photos on IG. It felt good to be back on my #OOTD game and definitely added a little strut to my step all week as I worked at getting back to being a woman in heels. It's funny how something so small (putting on lipstick and heels) could give me the pick-me-up I so desperately needed to get back into my wardrobe and reclaim my style. I'm still working on adding jewelry back in but hey, I've gotta start somewhere right?

What do you do when you get into a style rut?

Friday, November 6, 2015

Grab Your Rental

Dress: Nicole Miller via Rent The Runway

The “it’s been a long time since I posted” tripe is so over done but it couldn’t BE more applicable here. I legit haven’t blogged since before my birthday. In June. I know. It’s terrible. To be fair, quite a bit has transpired since then so it’s kind of understandable but given that I’ve still had a pretty heavy social media presence I guess it’s sort of lame that I haven’t gotten my ish together enough to hit publish. To break the cycle I thought I’d hit you with a good old-fashioned ‘what I wore’ style post. Last month one of D’s best friends tied the knot and we were out in full force to celebrate. I was probably the MOST excited because the groomsmen invite stated that the wedding was going to be black tie. THAT MEANS EVENING GOWN Y’ALL.

The last time I was that dressed up was when WE said “I Do.” So the excitement was real. And so was my shopping struggle. I knew good and well I wouldn’t have the time I’d like to actually go try on dresses. Nor did I really want to. As much as I like shopping, I detest trying on clothes and fancy dresses just seem like a lot of huffing, puffing, zippering and wiggling.
So after a lil research (read: I polled my FB friends) I decided to try Rent The Runway.  I was blown away over all the options they had available and more than a little irritated I haven't used them before. I was super torn on which dress to get and ended up doing another social media poll on the three dresses I was debating on. I asked everyone to weigh in and of COURSE people had opinions.

Two of the dresses were totally out of my comfort zone as they were both lace and fitted which is not my norm. While the sheer polka dots was up my alley in the A-line shape but the sheer panel and the cutout made my inner conservative a little nervous. But I still kind of loved it.
I was also pretty freaked out about the idea of renting a dress sight unseen and having it arrive in time for the wedding because, as per usual, I waited until the last minute (the Monday before the wedding to be exact) to commit to a dress and the concept of renting the runway.

However, the site allows you to try TWO sizes of your dress choice so I knew I was at least covered on that front. I did spend the entire drive into work fretting about whether or not I chose the right dress but at that point it was too late to turn back so I just had to sit and wait for it to arrive.

I was thrilled to come home Thursday evening and find that my dresses had arrived.  First thing Friday morning I tried on the first (and largest) size sans shoes and realized it was a little loose and hella long but still looked cute. I’d forgotten I requested a size down and thought I’d just got two different lengths so I didn’t even bother to try on the second dress until the day before the wedding. It fit perfectly and was the proper length for my heels too!
Even though I was a little bit rushing getting dressed (last minute makeup touches for the bridesmaids!) I felt like my overall look came together quite nicely. It was one of those rare fashion moments where the look in my head worked out in real life. I didn’t want to look too much like a bridesmaid since they were also wearing long black dresses so I chose to go w/ a subtle smokey eye, false lashes (duh) and a lightly glossed lip.
I’d just gotten my hair re-done the day before so there was no need to worry about what to do with it but I still sort of swept it to the side for a little bit of drama and then secured it with a ponytail holder cuz I’m classy like that.  The dress was light enough to have me sweating my makeup off in the warm evening and stretchy enough that I could eat, drink and dance to my heart’s content. It was a good look. I’m a fan.

Immediately following the reception I changed back into MY clothes put the dress back on the hanger, zipped up the carrier and swapped the UPS label on the outside and we dropped the whole thing off at a UPS drop box on our way home!
Easy like Sunday morning!

I don’t know WHY it took me so long to even think about using RTR. I mean, it couldn’t be easier, and for someone like me who’s a tad on the slow side when it comes to getting things mailed out it, having the label already to go made a huge difference.  I kind of wish I had more events to go to and occasions to dresss up for just so I can use them again! And they’re not just limited to evening gowns! They’ve got cocktail dresses, rompers and jumpsuits and generally if you need an outfit for ANY event, they’ve got you covered. For reals.

So yeah, RTR is legit and y’all should totally use them. And I’m jazzed I wore a fancy dress, didn’t trip OR spill and got to get a few decent photos for posterity. Who knows when it will happen again.

Have you ever tried Rent The Runway? 

** I was in no way compensated for this post I just really enjoyed my experience with this service.

Friday, June 12, 2015

Dinosaurs Galore For The Boy

It seems dinosaurs and boys tend to go hand in hand. The minute we announced Baby Ninja was indeed a boy I noticed all the cheesy/ kitschy boy themed stuff was all dinosaurs, trucks and robots. I didn't really think a lot of it at the time as I had no plans to do the boys room in a 'theme' he (read I) would be stuck with for several years before needing a big boy overhaul. However, I clearly underestimated my kids innate love for the reptilian beasts as he is currently obsessed with all things dinosaur.

It started out slowly with an accidental viewing of Jurassic Park, of which he was both fascinated and terrified, and then became a full fledged obsession watching Dinosaur Train in the mornings and anything else that had dinosaurs in it. We've had fun learning about all the different species beyond the typical T-Rex and Tricertops we knew of as kids. In fact our minds were a little blown away when we realized we'd been identifying several dinosaurs incorrectly (thanks PBS Kids for letting us know). And now, we are completely immersed in the dinosaur world and generally have one within arms reach at all times. It's not at all surprising to reach into my purse looking for gum and come out with a Velociraptor. This is just my life now.

So, in an unexpected parenting move, I let him watch the rest of the Jurassic Park movies. While he was quite terrified at some parts for some time, he also learned there was nothing "real" to be afraid of, that it was just a movie and the parts he didn't like, he didn't have to watch. He could simply leave the room, hide or cover his eyes. Once he realized he had control over that feeling, he began to make more commentary about the actions of the dinosaurs. At one point in the first movie he's been known to exclaim "Rexy SAVED them" because all he sees is the big dinosaur besting a smaller one while the people were able to escape. The fact that the T-Rex is a ferocious predator is slightly lost on him.

We got a lot of quizzical looks and raised eyebrows whenever we mention he's seen the Jurassic movies and to be fair, I get it. He's not even 4 yet, but since he is dino obsessed and I am a HUGE fan of the films (I've been known to do weekend movie marathons) I just thought it would be a fun way to spend time as a family. And, oddly because he's been watching the movies, now Sweet Pea has finally seen them all as well. It was only a few short years ago that she would run from the room if the even heard the bone chilling Tyrannosaurus roar,  but since her baby brother has seen them, it gave her a boost to think she can too. We all have fun talking back to the screen and still shaking our heads at some of the characters actions. When we saw the trailer for the latest installment 'Jurassic World' I turned to my husband, eyes wide with excitement, and nodded my head like "ohhhh's going down." His first thought was to take the three year old who has a history of not being a fan of the movie theater. Mine was not. While I do think he maybe wants to see it (he enjoys the commercials)  I think it's a probably a bit too much coming at him and too loud on the big screen just yet.


Luckily for us our friends at Universal Pictures understood our struggle and were kind enough to send over some fun items for us to create our own Jurassic experience. A backpack and hat to make the boy feel like a 'real explorer' AND a Jurassic inspired LEGO set. Baby Ninja is going to pee on himself when he sees it all as he already has a 'kit' he needs when watching the movies (a flashlight, Rexy and friends, and his 'noculars) so this is just right on time for him and I couldn't be more grateful to them for helping to encourage his imaginative play.
I get a kick out of watching him hunt for dinosaurs and spy their 'eggs' everywhere we go. It's a big difference from the pony, doll and glitter filled life we experienced with Sweet Pea.

This just further fuels my desire to take him to the Natural History Museum so he can see the fossils live and in person as well as the La Brea Tar Pits to further explore the dinosaurs extinction. See how I squeezed in some educational elements with the fun? That's what summer is all about right? I know if I told them we were going to the museum just to be going , there would be groans and sighs but coupled with a viewing of one of the movies I think (hope) it's only going to spark more excited conversations about the history of the world and the evolution of life on this planet. And as cheesey as it sounds, I love those moments. Where something fun becomes something teachable and they don't even know it! It's like sneaking beets into brownies, they like it and and never even know there's something good for them in there! Mom win!

Do you have plans to go see the movie? Did you see it already? If so, tell me what you thought!

Thursday, May 28, 2015

Sibling Pride

Once upon a time,  I used to  live in the south.  Atlanta, Georgia to be exact and it was glorious. It's where my brother went to college and I soon followed in his footsteps. My life has pretty much been that in a nutshell. My brother did something first, tested out the waters and then I followed (slightly) in his footsteps. Going away to school was no exception. From the time he came back from his first semester at college I had already made up my mind that as soon as I graduated I was getting the heck out of dodge. Atlanta was at the top of my list with Spelman and Clark Atlanta University being my top two choices of schools. I ended up at CAU in the fall of 1997 with my brother across the way at Morehouse. It was a good time. I really liked being in college with my brother. Although we were still very different, suddenly the playing field was somewhat level and now we could hang out as peers. Not just me tagging along on my older brother's adventures.  We still butted heads and had our sibling spats but then he went away for a year to study abroad and we had to work at our communication.

When I found out I was pregnant my brother was one of the first people I told and although he was scared for me and my future, because he is a good brother, he was supportive of my life choices and has been the most amazing uncle.  Throughout the years our relationship has had it's ups and downs but in the end, it's always been just the two of us. We are like bookends, there may be some junk between us, but ultimately we hold each other up.
So when he told me he wanted to go back to school and get his masters but wasn't sure how it was going to happen, I told him to just go for it and we would help him in anyway we could. So he did. And he worked his ass off. Both at school and at his full-time job and then internship. I was beyond impressed.

When he told us his tentative graduation date, our family wasted no time in getting plane tickets for the trip out to see him. There was no way we were letting our prodigal son graduate without us. For me, it was beyond exciting. I am my brother's biggest fan (shhhh don't tell him that) and cheerleader and am so proud of him. He's worked so hard for this moment and he gave up a lot (like a full time job with flight perks) and when my dad got sick early last year, he wasted no time in getting on a plane and coming to help me out. So yeah, I am #teamolderbrother all the way.  Getting his masters has been a long time coming and I was 100% down to celebrate the occasion with him.
When we finally arrived in Atlanta Friday evening, we met up with the rest of my family in town and headed out for a  quick bite & drinks to kick off the weekend. Saturday was spent running around picking up last minute items for his hastily pulled together graduation party. This is where I have to sidebar to say: if he lived here it would have been a party of Pinterest like proportions but since I was slightly out of my element I just made do. Crossed wires meant we were running late as we headed to the graduation sans tickets hoping to meet up with the family that had them and then found out they weren't even needed. Womp womp.

We slid into our seats just in time for them to announce his major /concentration and then a minute later, there he was. Walking across the stage beaming proudly, hoping somewhere in the audience the people who loved and supported him were out there watching. And even though I had no screaming voice to speak of I was whooping & hollering with all my might. Being the ninja I am, I hustled my tush down to the front where they were having the grads walk back to their seats to snap a few rushed photos. He was two feet from me before he even noticed me I couldn't stop smiling and took a moment to wipe a few happy tears from my eyes. My cup was running over.

Immediately after the graduation we all spilled out into the lobby and began the tried and true tradition of trying to get great family photos in a sea of people. I think we did pretty well and loved our group selfie so much I'm getting it printed to send each person a copy. 

4 out of 6 cousins in one room? I'd call it a win!

Later that night there was small shindig my brothers home and a few of his fnds and our cousins stopped by and it was just a good time. I got to catch up with folks I haven't seen for the better part of a decade while spending time with far-flung family and friends. We laughed, we ate, we told stories of days long gone and we told each other how proud we were and how much we loved each other.
It was a good time and I went to bed with a slight buzz, a full heart and a smile on my face. 

It's a running joke how much I talk about my brother but how little he shares about me. I once met a friend of his from college who'd gone to school with him for FOUR YEARS before he knew he had a sister. I used to be butt hurt about it but then he told me, he did that because he's my brother and protective about who he brings around me and vice versa and he never wanted to see me hurt in anyway or hear anything about me from anyone he might know. I thought he was just hating because I was crushing on his friends  but turns out, he was being a good brother. Who knew? I say that because he has always been my first proctector and my O.G. ride or die day one.  So while there was behind the scenes family drama and a sense of I told him not to worry , cuz I had it. The same way he's had my back for all these years. I got his. We ride together, we die together. Conley's for life. 

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Full Heart + No Voice

More than three weeks have passed since I spent my Saturday running my mouth from Scottsdale AZ all the way back to my driveway in California. It really wasn't my fault. I was with Xenia and Lori and we were just coming off of three days of laughter, learning, crying, drinking, dancing and networking with women who speak my language. 3 days away from my usual routine / daily work that had begun to press so heavily on me. For those three days I was IN the moment (a lot of which were captured and shared on Instagram) and overjoyed to be hanging with my people. I still haven't fully recovered my voice.

We're an interesting lot, bloggers. We spend a lot of time in solidarity tapping away at a keyboard and interacting via a myriad of social platforms but when we get together.... WATCH OUT NOW. Magic literally happens. You can see the sparks fly as people connect with brands and each other. Working on how to continue to use our voices and this space, this wild west of the web, to share our stories and rock the world.

Yeah, those three days were full of magic.

I was handed champagne upon entering rooms (by the way; that is tough to recover from) and was embraced for my zany and overzealous behavior. I stalked ALL of my faves and grabbed photos which then turned into real conversations and relationships that extend beyond cyberspace. To be surrounded by women I admire, hear them tell their stories and then watch them be recognized for that was something that I've never felt before. It feels a bit like parental pride; I've "known" some of these women for years  and watched their lives unfold in the cyber world as well as real life. I've seen them fall in love, get married, have babies, lose loved ones. All through the words on a screen and in images on social media. We've shared epistle style emails baring our souls and at times have never met in person. It's rare to get them all in one room and I absolutely soaked it all up. 

I didn't take a single outfit photo although I had every intention of doing so and was feeling every. single. one. of my looks. I brought the DSLR camera and everything and it stayed inside it's little bag all weekend. I just never wanted to take time away from what I was doing to snap any photos. I probably should have. It was a beautiful property with ideal spots for outfit photos but 'meh, I was just really in the moment.  A responsible/reputable fashion blogger would have. But I am not that. I'm just a mama who writes and is obsessed with honing her personal style. And that's cool, cuz I'm me. I promise I'll wear those same outfits again really soon so I'll take photos then.

For three  highly anticipated days I was in my element with my people. Even though we all blog about different things and come from all backgrounds we have this internet thing in common so we get it. We speak the same language and have the same concerns about traffic, photography and SEO. We get that friendships can be made and sustained even though you only see a person maybe once a year if ever, we understand that to be vulnerable on the internet is scary and to have to talk about that vulnerability in person is even scarier and we applaud that. No one in that space wonders what we did/ do to deserve a "lavish vacation"  - we know what we've done. And it hasn't been 'easy' by a long shot.

The late nights, early mornings, anxiety ridden rush to deadlines, struggling for the perfect shot/idea/project, missed activities for school or performances because of work commitments (albeit some of those commitments are super fun), missed deadlines and harsh words spoken because of them? These are all things we deal with everyday but in that space those were all things of the past. For three days we collaborated and celebrated each other and our successes.  But scrolling the hashtag on Instagram / Twitter it looks like we're just on vacay soaking up the sun and the swag. 

And I get it. I do. It's hard to understand a medium in which there is no real history and can only be defined in broad terms. I also understand how it appears to outsiders, and we bloggers don't help by downplaying what we do. We pretend the amount of time it takes to write, source images, schedule, photograph etc. for each post; is 'easy' and "no time really". Because, I don't know why. But it takes time to craft a beautiful post with content that is both honest and compelling and makes sense to your brand. 

So to be able to take time away from all that, the social media/blogger hustle, and our families, was a much needed break and yeah, we indulged quite a bit I'd say. But that indulgence was short lived in that it was all over as quickly as it started. But it was magic. And you know what, I'd do it all over again. In fact, I've already purchased my ticket for next year. 
If you're a blogger/writer/social media strategist and a mom interested in furthering your career I highly recommend looking into going to Mom 2.0 Summit next year It may be a sacrifice to make it happen but it will be a sacrifice worth making.

Do you attend any conferences for your line of work? 

Monday, May 25, 2015

ATL Shawty: It Was A Different World

Over the last two weeks I have spent more time living out of a bag than I have at home and this past weekend was the first time I was home on a Saturday in two weeks. It was weird. Both being away and being home. While you read a bit about my Arizona adventure, the very next weekend I hopped on a plane to Atlanta with my dad to see my brother receive his master’s degree. It was a proud sister moment and I was happy to make the trip even though back to back traveling isn't my favorite thing to do. But hey it gave me an excuse to break in my new favorite sweats and keep using my new tote so yeah, don't mind if I do! 


Oddly enough, I happened to be scrolling FB late Thursday night and saw my NYC bestie had posted a photo of her and her sisters. I saw in the comments it said she was in Atlanta and I immediately lost my shit and subsequently startled my father with my excitement. I haven’t seen Pie since I went to visit NYC last summer for Blogging While Brown so this was a real treat. Of course I began to send a flurry of texts immediately to confirm we were indeed going to be in the same city for a few days in hopes we could hook up. Excited doesn’t even begin to cover what I felt. My trip just got that much more exciting.

The sad truth is, I haven’t been back to Atlanta since I left, 13 years ago. We packed up the car + truck and I pretty much never looked back. I flew through once about 5 years ago but that was it. It’s weird when you think about it since Atlanta was my home for so many wonderful years. It’s where I went to college, found myself, met my husband and gave birth to my daughter. It’s also where I met the majority of the women I consider lifetime friends. My love for Atlanta is entrenched not just in the city itself but what it represents to me and mine. We all grew up in Atlanta. We lived, we loved, we learned.

By the time the plane touched down I was beside myself with excitement over seeing my brother and anticipation in seeing my Pie baby. I’d put out the word that I was going to be in town so a few of my other college friends reached out so we could hook-up.  When I finally met up with Pie and Keya during dinner we squealed like teenagers as we hugged and fussed over one another. These were my people and as soon as we embraced I could feel that bond re-strengthen. We have been through a lot together and even though we don’t talk everyday (or even as often as we should)  it’s like no time has passed when we get together. 

Because we are grown ladies we ditched my family and headed out for quick ‘mom/auntie’ ATL turn up. Because memories y'all. Because we are young-old and have been partying since 1997 we quickly realized the "graduation celebration" club/lounge street scene was not for us (I see you young man puking in the street. Shout out to your homeboy for patting your back and walking you to the car.) and opted for what my brother calls “a cool lounge spot”.  We ended up at someplace called The Sound Table, good music, great drinks, EXCELLENT company. It was an all-around good time.We danced a bit then headed outside to talk some more. There aren’t even words to convey how good it felt to be back in the A. So much of who I am is because of that place. So much of who I am is because of Pie.  To be in the city where the party don’t stop, did something for my soul. To be there with my girls and my brother, was mind blowing to say the least.

Following our ‘evening turn up’ the girls had to take me home and at some point we realized it was well after 3 in the morning. It seemed only appropriate to take the party to Waffle House on the way to taking me back to my hotel. Waffle house did not disappoint with colorful customers, an entertaining wait staff and of course, quality food!!! I mean, where else can you get a waffle, bacon, o.j. and bomb hashbrowns for under $6??? Scattered smothered and covered Yo!

As I sat in the airport on the way to go home after three whirlwind days in a city that basically made me, I couldn't help but chuckle at the memories both old and new that happened here. Sitting outside well into the morning hours, feeling the humidity like a faint warm breath on my neck, taking in the glory of the scenery, the sights of city and the sounds of the people and I felt like myself. I could feel the changes and could see myself timeline from my arrival as a bright-eyed 18 year old with PLANS for her life and how that life deviated from the 'vision' and became something so much more.  I looked out the window of the plane and reminisced on a life gone by and thanked a higher power for looking out for me all those years ago. I don't know who I'd be if I hadn't had Atlanta and all it's many trappings. 

For me, Atlanta is pure poetry. Everything from the restaurants, highways, byways and streets has meaning. At one point I was with my family and we were turned around over by the Georgia World Congress Center and we landed on a street that just, felt familiar, I looked up and a flood of memories came rushing back. I KNEW that street. Random as it was, I knew it and figured out our way back to the freeway. Driving to my brothers house further out in the sticks with the windows down and the smell of the country (hey, allergies) filling my nose I was reminded of the summer I turned 21 and how it felt like I was on the verge of something great. I remembered how magical this city used to be. And then I wondered if it was the city or if it was us. Because whenever we are together or I come back from having spent any time with my college crew I feel that same sense of starry-eyed magic. But being in the place where it all began, hitting corners and spying old haunts while reminiscing about days long gone was exactly what I needed and the timing was just right for it all to happen the way it did. So yeah, when people ask I say I still consider Atlanta home, not because I live there, but because who I was when I was did. 

Do you have another place, other than where you currently live, that you call home?


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