28
Dec
It’s happening….it’s happening…
If you’re wondering where I’ve been (probably not), I’ve been a bit busy. Between a few health hiccups, working non-stop, second degree burns, and packing, I forgot I even had this thing. But the moment has arrived. Next week, I finally leave Philadelphia.
So, as I’m sure this surprises no one who’s known me for more than five minutes, I’m find myself reflecting on this. While I would like to say that I am 100% thrilled about a move I’ve been dreaming of for a few years now, with a tangible end date approaching, I feel little pang of sadness. Despite the nonsense, which I will try not to dwell on, I’ve had the good fortune of meeting some truly brilliant and lovely people. The impression they’ve made on me, the grace they posses, the one-too-manys we’ve had I wouldn’t trade for the world. I believe I’m a better person for having known them and they’re a little bit crazier for having hung out with me. You know who you are and you are always welcome in my home. However, room and board will cost you a cheese platter or two
I’ve learned a thing or two about myself here. For instance, I have an unbridled hatred for litterbugs, I can withstand the smell of pungent urine for about 32 seconds, I perform best under copious amounts of coffee and anxiety, my attraction to impossible men will be the death of me and tequila and I should never see each other again. Most of all, I found out that I have endurance; Endurance that I hope to carry with me in all the places I hope to live, or by some cosmic freak accident, wind up in residence. It’s been the swift kick in the pants I needed at the perfect time in my life. I was introduced to the reality that no one thinks your special, the world will carry on with or without you and, despite what you’ve been told, no one can make you successful but you. If I could survive and escape this glorious, unapologetic shithole, I think I’m doing something right.






