The Road Trip (and Why I Hate My Life)
Last month, The European and I took our first road trip together. We both like Frank Lloyd Wright so we decided to drive out to Fallingwater…
Of Course, Of Course
The European has gone back to Europe. Not for good, but for a few weeks, and when you’ve got plaster ceilings falling down around you and…
Every 65 Minutes: To Jacob, with Love
Almost exactly three years ago, I arrived home at my parent’s house to see three scruffy looking men approaching our garage. My first thought was, “Oh…
Of Credit Cards and Keys
It’s Tuesday morning and I’m at Bank of America. The purpose of my visit is to close out my account and transfer the funds into my…
My New Office
After thirteen months, 60-some properties, three agreements of sale and almost a month of tearing various things out of my new house, I’m proud to report…
T-One Day
I’m warning you now. In about 24 hours I am going to get very obnoxious; I am going to start posting pictures all over Facebook like…
Thoughts from the Hot Tub
If all goes according to plan, by the time you read this, The European and I will be sitting in a hot tub overlooking the Chesapeake.…
You Said Yes, So What if You Were Asleep?
The European is a very heavy sleeper. And by “heavy,” I mean that it’s a very good thing that he quit smoking a while back because…
These Things Called Doors
This might be a bit odd, but after having spent the past several years living with my parents, my brother, my grandmother and occasionally my grandfather,…
The Great Hammock Wars
Despite my freak rowboat accident, I am mildly obsessed with the Spruce Street Harbor Park. Firstly, it makes me proud to be a Philadelphian. Our waterfront…
Nightclub Navigation
The good thing about being, well, happy, is that you don’t mind what other people do or do not do. Exhibit A: The European is very…
29, Here I Come
Today is my 29th birthday. I am (dare I say it?) happy. I am spending the morning in my favorite coffee shop, drinking my favorite summer…
Kat Echevarría Richter 