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The House I Grew Up In

home sweet home

It’s been many years since I lived in the suburbs and over 10 since I lived in the house I grew up in. Enamored by the Edenridge neighborhood of Wilmington, Delaware, my parents bought the house in the 90s when absolutely nothing in it had been updated since the 70s. After spending two years living in a construction site, as the kitchen had to be completely gutted and the electric green shag carpets burned, we ended up with a masterpiece of a house custom made for us. Naturally, it was hard to leave when we did. So whenever I come home to visit, I can’t help but drive by the house where I grew up in and reminisce about a simpler time.

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Happy Mother’s Day Mom!

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there!  Throughout my life, people have come and gone, but the only thing that has remained constant is my mother, Renee.  Originally from Caracas, Venezuela (Yes, I’ve been to Venezuela and the beaches are awesome), my mom came to the United States to finish school and ended up staying.  I’m so grateful to have her in my life and for everything she’s taught me about love, culture, and respect.  One of our favorite socialite activities to do with my sister, Caroline, is shopping, followed by a long lunch, followed by even more shopping.  We also very much enjoy exotic travels.

Here we are playing on the swing on a sunny spring day much like this one at the home where I grew up in Wilmington, DE.  So much time has gone by and so much has changed in our lives since then, but the unconditional love of a mother is timeless like the works of Coco Chanel.  I love you Mom!  Thank you for always supporting my socialite dreams!

Nineteen Again

In my aspiring life here in the Big Apple, I find myself still getting carded even at business events.  It’s flattering and all, but the other day when someone in the bar asked if I was nineteen, I remembered how much fun it was to actually be nineteen.  I had happily left high school behind and begun the most exciting four years of my life as an Advertising major at Syracuse University.  My student loans were rarely thought of and I didn’t have any class scheduled before 10:30 a.m.  Not to mention I was skinnier.  It’s no wonder I’m smiling so much in these pictures.

At twenty-five living in New York City, I like to look back on this magical time in my life whenever I get carded or mistaken for someone much younger.  Being an Aspiring Socialite is quite the chore that has forced me to face both normal people and celebrity problems.  I may have double the problems, but it is the path I have chosen and one that’s gotten me places I’ve never imagined I’d go.  BTW: I took these pictures with my best friend since first grade in the early spring of 2006 of the beaches of Avalon, NJ.