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So I started this band that sounds like a mix between amanda woodward and hot water music. Then I woke up and realized that I hate Philadelphia because no one plays music. Then I looked to my left at what was in my bed and realized that this is the only reason I am still here. For the first time ever I am okay with that. Actually more than okay, but something needs to happen soon. I'm going west before the summer is over with lots of places to stay. My mind will be made up at the end of the trip and then once I work things out here I may not be living in Philadelphia any longer. I'm 24, not 18. This place just isn't for me anymore.