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Terrifying story of the day...
I was carrying a little bit of pot on me today and was crossing the street today to go to Terra when two cops and a drug dog came out of the subway. I had to pass them, so I walked a little faster, but they started hitting on me. I almost shit my pants. The were standing on the side of the corner where I needed to turn, so I took a detour and tried to tell myself to walk slowly, do not run. It wasn't even polite hitting on, if they weren't wearing uniforms I would have told them to fuck off.
and a little less exciting,
I came home to clean my apt, and had a huge epiphany. I've been debating whether I should move in with Nick and Marlene (free rent, but I'd be living where I work) or get a really cheap 1 bedroom in West Philly so I could have studio space in my apt. Then it occurred to me, why am I considering moving at all? I'm living in a sweet apartment in a nice neighborhood that I can afford. The longer I stay here, the more stuff I get rid of and the more I learn to maximize the space. I think my kitchen's big enough to be a studio until I see how my budget is going to work out. I'm working two 6 hour days a week right now and can afford my apt, and if I get a second part time job, I might be able to pay my bills, chip away at my loans and maybe save some money and fulfill my dreams of going to Europe. I love this apartment and the people in my apartment building, but I've moved 1-4 times every 6 months since I've moved to Philadelphia so it just feels natural that I should be thinking about moving, but why? It's an hour long commute to work right now, which kind of sucks, but as much of that as I want can be on my bike in the summer. In the winter, it'll be a reason to keep biking (I am masochistic, biking in freezing rain feels so hardcore) AND I'll continue being autonomous, I won't feel like I owe my existence to anyone. I just felt a massive weight just lift off my shoulders. I was really beginning to love it here which was scary because it never feels safe to be too comfortable, but now that I'm thinking through this, the prospect of really having a home makes me feel so much better.
I was carrying a little bit of pot on me today and was crossing the street today to go to Terra when two cops and a drug dog came out of the subway. I had to pass them, so I walked a little faster, but they started hitting on me. I almost shit my pants. The were standing on the side of the corner where I needed to turn, so I took a detour and tried to tell myself to walk slowly, do not run. It wasn't even polite hitting on, if they weren't wearing uniforms I would have told them to fuck off.
and a little less exciting,
I came home to clean my apt, and had a huge epiphany. I've been debating whether I should move in with Nick and Marlene (free rent, but I'd be living where I work) or get a really cheap 1 bedroom in West Philly so I could have studio space in my apt. Then it occurred to me, why am I considering moving at all? I'm living in a sweet apartment in a nice neighborhood that I can afford. The longer I stay here, the more stuff I get rid of and the more I learn to maximize the space. I think my kitchen's big enough to be a studio until I see how my budget is going to work out. I'm working two 6 hour days a week right now and can afford my apt, and if I get a second part time job, I might be able to pay my bills, chip away at my loans and maybe save some money and fulfill my dreams of going to Europe. I love this apartment and the people in my apartment building, but I've moved 1-4 times every 6 months since I've moved to Philadelphia so it just feels natural that I should be thinking about moving, but why? It's an hour long commute to work right now, which kind of sucks, but as much of that as I want can be on my bike in the summer. In the winter, it'll be a reason to keep biking (I am masochistic, biking in freezing rain feels so hardcore) AND I'll continue being autonomous, I won't feel like I owe my existence to anyone. I just felt a massive weight just lift off my shoulders. I was really beginning to love it here which was scary because it never feels safe to be too comfortable, but now that I'm thinking through this, the prospect of really having a home makes me feel so much better.