"You know you're from Sarasota when... you don't know where the "Q" in SRQ comes from but you still refer affectionately to your city by those three letters"
A few highlights from a relaxing weekend at home...
Tampa Airport, welcome homeee
First stop: checked out Dad's new sailboat. Oh, Florida.
Why did I ever leave this?
Village Idiot, classic Sarasota.
home sweet home.
I have to admit, after a few days spent soaking up as much sun as possible and bonding with the parents, I was strangely ready to get back to my crazy cat, tiny apartment and hectic city. Who would have thought after only a few months I'd be calling NYC home...