Just across the street from my parents’ is a huge field at the base of the mountain. Homes are quickly being built there and soon this field will shrink until it’s gone, I bet. For me, Cedar City (well, Utah in general) is weird. I lived there for kind of a while, but it never felt like home to me. I went to high school there, and those are pretty important years, but like I said, it wasn’t my home. I think it’s because the desert is so different from my real home, which is the south. Tennessee is where I picture myself when people ask me where I grew up. But that’s weird too, because I was born without a southern accent. Where is my home? I’m so deep. Anyway, this month marks 6 years in NYC, and I think it’s my home now. (But I was born without a New York accent too. Crap!)

So back to this. Here is this mad beautiful field with some mad huge mountains and a mad blue sky. (Mad is what the cool kids say in NYC and it means ‘very’ or ‘really’. it’s like the kids in boston who say ‘wicked’ like “wicked huge mountains”)

Blazer, sunglasses and Necklace-F21, Dress and Belt-Urban Outfitters, Tights-Target, Boots-Bottega Veneta, Lipstick-Revlon Strawberries and Suede

Also, in Cedar City, there is this School bus, turned Ice Cream truck, turned tamale truck. I didn’t get any. Tamales are usually meaty, I just liked that it had so many career changes.

Hey, the blob sale is back up!!