Lauren Farmer

Jeff and Noah’s hallway in their Chicago apartment.

Jeff made this ridiculously great octopus out of newspaper obituaries.

kathleen

st. paul’s cathedral in pittsburgh, pa

nashville, tn

the blue ridge mountains, heading out of asheville, north carolina

I have 3 boys cooking for me right now.

What’s up, clouds?

Day drinking at The Yard with the HBO crew.

Just had a lovely mimosa-filled brunch with my friend Brett, visiting from LA. 

So nice to catch up with him, he’s one of my favorite people and I’m hoping he moves back to NY one of these days.

Brett’s an really talented actor. He’s also smart and sweet and funny and interesting. He spent a summer picking grapes on a vineyard in Italy.

I know, ladies. Get. In. Line.

This mother and daughter are having a pretty epic fight about how the daughter doesn’t answer the phone when the mother calls. And other related issues.

Cold shoulders, raised voices and hurt feelings.

I feel like my experience as an 8th grade “peer mediator” could help them work through this.

Maybe I should step in.

pigeon man, this afternoon in washington square park

Aforementioned hot firemen.

Looks as though the ledge may no longer be safe to sit/stand on.

As if it ever was.

And with that, I think it’s about time I took a long nap.

I just spent 3 weeks out on the open road, breathing in fresh country air and enjoying my fair share of wide open spaces.

Coming home to a blackened building with windows blown out and an apartment that smells like it hosted one hell of a BBQ cookout is nothing less than a major shock to the senses.

I knew it was bad from the texts and photos I received last night from my roommate, but assumed it was far enough away, that we were never in any real danger. And then when she confirmed this morning that our apartment was in one piece, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. But now after surveying the damage, I can fully appreciate how close we were to losing it all.

Here is the roof. I’m sure you can understand how devastating this is to me. A portion of the area I spend most of my time on is still in tact, but the foundation is very weak and it’s not safe. There’s a lot of work that will need to be done.

Anyway, I’m probably in a little bit of shock. It’s a lot to come home to. But I am so thankful that our place is okay. Even if it does smell like a smoker’s dungeon.

Other photos of the roof, neighboring apartments and the outside of the building are here on my flickr.

Home, sweet home.