Fall Layering Challenge

Fall Layering Challenge

Long sleeve top
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Long shirt
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Pocket shirt
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Blue skinny jeans
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Canvas bag
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Boho style jewelry
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Beading jewelry
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Boho jewelry
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Golden earring
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This Old House

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Dress: Old but love this one
Shoes: Sold out. Similar here
Sunglasses: Ray Ban

On the way home from Maine, I stayed at my parent’s house for the night to break up the ride back to the city. Every time I go to my hometown, I always drive by my childhood house and old neighborhood. The neighborhood I grew up in was your typical “Wonder Years” neighborhood where the school bus dropped off a bunch of kids who stayed out playing until we were called in for dinner. It was filled with young families and summer days seemed to last forever, there was always a good game of wiffle ball and Halloween was the best day of the year.

When I was thirteen years old, my parents built their dream home six miles away from the neighborhood I grew up in. They built a New England style farmhouse that replicates an old home and these are where the pictures were taken. It is a beautiful home and I loved spending my teenage years there but there was something about the house that I grew up in that was so special to me.

I have lived in NYC for over 11 years and I have met so many people who will be part of my life forever, but there is just something special about people you grew up with and who knew you back where it all began. Even though I might not see these people a lot, I still feel so connected to all of them because they were there from the beginning. The people of that neighborhood were my family, I swam my first lap with them, rode my first bike with them, and got on that big old school bus for the first time with all of them.

So every time I am home I always try to drive by my childhood home and my old neighborhood. Hardly anyone from the old days are still there but there is something comforting about it. There is a young family that lives in our house and I always see the kids playing in the yard and wonder if they love that house as much as I did.

A few weeks ago, I had my brother’s 9 year old daughter, Alexa, and Joey in my car. We were at my parent’s house and decided to take a ride to get some coffee for everyone. On the way back, I took the long way home by our old house. I started pointing out to Alexa the house that her dad and I grew up in and was about to tell her all about it. She interrupted me and said, ” I know, Auntie Amy. My dad drives us by this house every time we come to grandma’s”.