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I was looking through a drawer for some CDs with old schoolwork on it to find a short story I wrote for Ellie's class. Instead I found the mix CD Jaime gave me for my 23rd birthday, the Led Zeppelin mix Jason made for me, Brent's "great iPod explosion" (the CD he burned for me when I got an iPod and he decided he needed to put several hundred songs on it), the Melrose Place DVDs Jess burned and sent to me after she moved to California, and another mix CD from "the best fake football player ever". Holy shit, did I just get hit in the face with nostalgia! I sometimes miss Philadelphia so much. And I don't mean the city, because it's not even that far away, and when I'm there it's hard to believe I ever lived there.
I mean what Philadelphia was to me. And why can't I have that anymore? Just because we don't all live within walking distance of each other? God, sometimes when I think about how much I miss these people my heart just breaks.
I spend so much time working and trying to accomplish things and focusing on life goals and stuff like that and I don't take that much time just for myself. Just to relax. To not think about work, about what I could be doing to be more productive. I go to work, and I love my job, but I take it home with me. It is always home with me. Nights, weekends, vacations. It's always there.
I've talked about this before, missing my Philadelphia friends, the ones who were my family, who made Philadelphia before, but it's time to take action.
One of the good things about getting married is that I'll get to see all of them together in one room again. Ha.
But I'd like to see my friends before next March.
I mean what Philadelphia was to me. And why can't I have that anymore? Just because we don't all live within walking distance of each other? God, sometimes when I think about how much I miss these people my heart just breaks.
I spend so much time working and trying to accomplish things and focusing on life goals and stuff like that and I don't take that much time just for myself. Just to relax. To not think about work, about what I could be doing to be more productive. I go to work, and I love my job, but I take it home with me. It is always home with me. Nights, weekends, vacations. It's always there.
I've talked about this before, missing my Philadelphia friends, the ones who were my family, who made Philadelphia before, but it's time to take action.
One of the good things about getting married is that I'll get to see all of them together in one room again. Ha.
But I'd like to see my friends before next March.