I think the necklace and the sash really make dress A, so if you would have those, cool. Otherwise I'd pick B.

All of these are good points. Thanks all!

do other people not have a hometown?

I do. Not that I fit in there very well, but I love the surrounding farmland very much. As much as I hate the small-mindedness of the place, the physical presence is very much a part of my heart. My parents still live in the house I grew up in so it's a comfortable place for me. All of my sisters live within 10 miles of my folks so that makes it nice for me, too.

I've really only lived in three other towns/cities besides that so I don't have any other place I'm rooted to.

I guess I'd say Hartford, CT is where I grew up. But we moved at 13, to a suburb, and that's where my parents still live, so Vernon is what I scorned and where I schemed to escape as a teenager.

I have fond memories of Hartford (a city girl even then) but hated/still hate Vernon. Boring, boring stupid ass suburb.

But last year, I moved to a house that is less than 1 mile away from the hospital where my mother was born, and I now travel in her old routes. Sometime I pass the house she grew up in (in Hamilton) without even meaning to. So Salem has a historical pull for me, which frankly, freaks me the fuck out. It's like this town being my home was programmed in my genes.

What a weird weekend. I can't believe I start my new job tomorrow. I mean, I know it will be fine, but it makes me nervous to know that I'm going to go to work tomorrow and not know what I'm doing!

My hometown (and where I was born) is Edinburgh, Scotland. My visit there at the end of May was like putting on a favourite shirt. I was instantly comfortable.

I don't have a place like this, or the way ita feels going back to Jamaica.

I've lived in San Francisco far longer than any place else in my life, and I do love it and it is home. But it's not hometown. It's the place where I became my adult self.

My child self places were all blown away in Hurricane Andrew.

insent to Ple.

Skipped about five brazillian messages to say that I am home, time in Michigan was wonderful, I am somewhat tanned, and am now acatchin' up on life before starting my new job tomorrow.

Welcome back, Aimee! You were missed. I am glad you had a good trip.

JZ woke me up this morning with a plaintive cry of "We're out of milk! Coffee! Cereal! The world's all gone pear-shaped!"

So I volunteered to get milk. Got dressed without showering or brushing my teeth to make the quick walk to the corner store.

It was closed. Trudged uphill to the small grocery with the good produce. Got milk, Calistoga, some ripe peaches, almond croissaint, chocolate croissant and the NY Times.

Today's Sunday Times was ripe with Buffista entertaining material. A whole big flibbertijibbet article about one young woman's online networking. (The woman was obviously self-aware enough to purposefully paint herself as a 21st century Emma.) The Dodgeball network sounded really interesting but also mildly scary.

Also Anime voice-over article with Full Metal Alchemist pictures. Edmund White's bat-themed vase. And a fashion spread that prompted this comment from me: "Hey, that Givenchy collection has many Jilli-esque touches. Uh, except for the rooster."

(Actually it turned out the rooster was on a Gaultier.)

Aimee and Nora both starting new jobs tomorrow? How exciting!

Be sure and eat a good breakfast, girls.

Soccer gonna kill me ded.