this was supposed to be a cheerful post!
So I've now been living in the same place for over a year, which is awesome. I've felt like such a nomad these last few years it's nice to be settled somewhere. And, I will be celebrating two birthdays in the same place, which hasn't happened since my 2003/2004 birthdays. Man... I have lived in a lot of fucking places.
One year ago I was... here. Had just moved in. Before that, South Philly.
Two years ago I was still living in a lovely house in the Italian Market with Mel and our cats.
Three years ago I was living in a studio apartment in Center City. My last Center City apartment.
Four years ago I was living with Jess.
Five years ago I was living in a different apartment (across the street) with Jess.
As lovely as things are I've been crazy nostalgic as of late. I had a dream the other night that I was in Philadelphia, in Center City, and I didn't know how I'd gotten there or where my wallet and keys were, so I thought: well, I'll just walk to Jaime's house. I'll figure it out from there. And then later Becky and Jaime and I decided to go to a concert. Or something. I don't know dude, I told you it was a dream.
I just really miss my fucking friends, and wish people would stop moving so far away. Move in with me. We'll all live together, it'll be fun.
It's just... why can't things be like they are now, but ALSO how they were then?
I want this house, and this life, and this job, and everything that I have now. But I also want to spend hours playing Toe Jam & Earl with Mel, and watching SVU and eating tacos with Jess and Becky, and eating guacamole and beer for dinner with Jaime, and getting the super deal and drinking jack and cokes with the Pine Street boys. I don't want the shitty jobs, or the sleeping problems, or the complete and utter lack of money, I just want all the good things about Philadelphia to stay with me.
I guess I just don't want people to forget about me. I want to matter to them as much as they do to me.
This went on much longer than it should have. I really have an awesome life, and I know that, and I tell myself constantly. I just miss Philadelphia sometimes.
One year ago I was... here. Had just moved in. Before that, South Philly.
Two years ago I was still living in a lovely house in the Italian Market with Mel and our cats.
Three years ago I was living in a studio apartment in Center City. My last Center City apartment.
Four years ago I was living with Jess.
Five years ago I was living in a different apartment (across the street) with Jess.
As lovely as things are I've been crazy nostalgic as of late. I had a dream the other night that I was in Philadelphia, in Center City, and I didn't know how I'd gotten there or where my wallet and keys were, so I thought: well, I'll just walk to Jaime's house. I'll figure it out from there. And then later Becky and Jaime and I decided to go to a concert. Or something. I don't know dude, I told you it was a dream.
I just really miss my fucking friends, and wish people would stop moving so far away. Move in with me. We'll all live together, it'll be fun.
It's just... why can't things be like they are now, but ALSO how they were then?
I want this house, and this life, and this job, and everything that I have now. But I also want to spend hours playing Toe Jam & Earl with Mel, and watching SVU and eating tacos with Jess and Becky, and eating guacamole and beer for dinner with Jaime, and getting the super deal and drinking jack and cokes with the Pine Street boys. I don't want the shitty jobs, or the sleeping problems, or the complete and utter lack of money, I just want all the good things about Philadelphia to stay with me.
I guess I just don't want people to forget about me. I want to matter to them as much as they do to me.
This went on much longer than it should have. I really have an awesome life, and I know that, and I tell myself constantly. I just miss Philadelphia sometimes.