Today is my last day in Houston before I fly back to NYC after a month break from the hustle of the Big Apple. Per usual with my traveling days, my blogging will be limited. Before I left I wanted to show you the cute Briargrove house I grew up in. After my parents got divorced when I was 2, my Mom and I moved in here next door to another family with 4 girls. We spent 10 years here. My dad’s house in Memorial is no longer there. It’s sad to pass by the monstrous mansion they constructed where our lovely 2 story white house my Mom built from the ground up used to stand. They even cut down the beautiful magnolia trees in the back for an extra 5 feet in their home gym. I miss 618 and all the memories that lived there.