Favorite Place: Philadelphia, all of it
I am: A blogger, a soon-to-be communications manager at a yet-to-be disclosed Philly organization, a reformed neuroscientist, a twin, a Philly-girl, a loving girlfriend, and Walter B. Majestic’s #2 fan
Years in Philly: 30 minus 5
Current Home: S. Philly
My Love Note:
Ten months ago, I talked about how I was going to leave you. Escape from an unsatisfying life to pursue a new career in one of the West Coast cities of my twin brother or my best friend. Leave you behind and start anew with the hope that a location change would lead to a life change that I desperately needed.
I had returned to you after college and a year-long trip around the country. I came back with a boyfriend who would eventually become my husband, and a notion that I might want to be a scientist. A house in Mt. Airy, a car, a divorce, and another failed relationship all came and went. My job in the lab and an unsettled feeling were all that remained.
The origin of this blog differs depending on my audience. To some it is an involved side project, to others it is a way to reconnect with you, and to more, it is a way to meet new people. The true story: this project is the result of a series of life changes that made me realize how much I lacked. I didn’t like my job. Most of my friends were my exes’. I had nothing that took up my spare time save for maintaining a shared calendar detailing your events.
The blog was a whim. One day I decided to start it, and by the next week I had it up and running. I stumbled upon a model that, looking back, perfectly fit what I needed most in my life: a time-consuming project, an easy way to meet people, and an excuse to explore your environs. Doing this has challenged, and changed, what I thought were my fundamental characteristics. The exhausting shyness was gone, the luddite in me became addicted to Twitter, the ambition-less lab tech became a blogger with outlandish plans and goals.
Within weeks of starting, my talks of moving out west diminished. I no longer woke up dreaming about mountains and craftsman style homes in Portland. My weekends were filled with back-to-back love note meetings or long bike rides that took me through the backwoods of Fairmount Park and up into the Great Northeast. I became engaged with you.
Someone asked me if I really love you that much, and again, I’ll answer honestly — I didn’t, but I do now. There is something going on here. Some sort of stirring. Perhaps it’s just a result of becoming more involved, but it seems like you are going through a renaissance. Yes, you’ll sometimes kick us when we’re down, and there are some parts that need more work than is fathomable, but you still love me back. This blog, filled with love letters, and you, filled with a gritty loveliness, have changed me in ways I never imagined.
So this is my love letter: to everyone who has participated in this project, to readers, to residents, to friends, to John, family, and of course, to you.