living in your parents basement

My husband, Marco, and I moved into my parents house December 2011.  True blue suburbs!  Our lease was up in our apartment in Arlington, Virginia and we wanted to save a little cash money for our upcoming wedding.  In the back of our minds we had BIG plans to move to Europe post nuptials.

some of our furnishings inhabiting my parents basement

I had every intention to start writing posts (getting through the blog growing pains) while living at my parents house before we made the big move.  Of course wedding planning took up more free time than I had hoped, so blogging our musings from my parents basement never came to be.  Though, duh, each Friday and Saturday night, 2 saisons or pinot noirs deep, I talked a big game about getting the blog up and running SOON.



extensive library of VHS

my dad used take blockbuster rented videos to

work and copy them for eternal home viewing

our art stowed away

henry enjoying suburbia life while my brother mows the lawn

 Flash forward to now.  We got married at King Family Vineyards in Charlottesville, Virginia in May 2012.  Throughout the time of living with my parents both Marco and I were looking for jobs throughout Europe.  Something promising finally started to develop in May, yada yada yada, Marco secured a job and here we are living in the Cambridgeshire, UK area!  We appreciate my parents so much for allowing us (and our slobbery English bulldog, Henry) to live with them while we settled out the next chapter in our lives.

We look forward to posting often (hey Washington, D.C. and Va Beach family and friends!)  Enjoy a few more images below from living at my parents house.  (Not pictured: the desktop computer)