Okay, so there is no grapeity grape or orangey orange in my new house, but I'll bet you don't have a lemony yellow living room with a fake fireplace:
Beginning this weekend, we'll be hauling stuff off to our new digs in Phoenixville, PA. The town itself is pretty sweet--small town, up-and-coming with boutiquey shops and plenty of places to eat. A library building donated to the town by Andrew Carnegie. A huge movie theater and Target are only a short drive away, and my commute to work should be at least a bit shorter than it is now.
Matt and I went to Phoenixville yesterday to get a feel for a bit more of the town. We stopped on Bridge Street to have brunch at Irish Joe's Cafe, which is a cute little breakfast/luncheonette type place. They're only open until 1pm on Sundays, and we could only order breakfast. Those were some of the most awesome home fries I've had in forever. I got a little choked up over my coffee, because my first thought after looking around and ordering was, "Wow, I need to tell Dad about this place!" My dad loved diners of all kinds. He started watching that show Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives on the Food Network, and he was always asking me if I'd been to any of the places he'd seen in the Philadelphia area. I guess every time I visit a new hole in the wall, I'll think of Dad.
I'm doing a lot better than last week. I don't feel so sad all the time. Thank you friends for your well-wishes online and in snail-mail card form. Can't wait to show the world more pics of the interior of my new domicile!